I opened up my home and myself to him. He got so comfy and destroyed me when he ravaged everything I had within. He looked at what he had done and called the butcher to see what could be salvaged. The butcher looked and turned green, this was more than abused meat, it was a crime scene. Tongue ripped from my mouth, so I could speak no truths. So I could ask no questions, to verbally not bother you.
You find it stuffed in my ears so I can hear my own cries; it covers the sound of your multitude of lies. My feet gone so I can’t run, no hands either, I can’t fight while I’m destroyed and you have your fun. My eyes will cry no more, squished underfoot, as I’m kicked around like a common whore. My life, yes I’m left to live, scarred and reminded to not be so quick to give.
