They told me I was the problem.
But in the end, I wasn’t prepared
for my heart’s demolition.
Leaving the mess everywhere, they stared
blamed me, stripped me, revealed the broken. But
it wasn’t even about me in the end.
That innocence didn’t save me.
It was his the moment he saw it,
devoured it, broke it, made it his own.
Break me free. Stop the roots from spreading.
His disease is consuming.
All of me, it’s assuming.
Fall back, I need some helping.
He took what he needed and left me bleeding.
The eyes of the predator.
That devil was left laughing.
A trap that only naive eyes fall in.
It was me, bruised and broken, but
still I wanted to go back, break my back,
leave my soul bare, let my heart gape
I don’t want to go back there!
Leave that innocence there and,
fix what needs to bare and just be?
It’s too much to even speak.
There isn’t any me left to just be.