Trees line a dirt road
With the sun shining in front of us
Darkness behind us.
Why do we run back to the darkness?
Why do we reference it to the sun
That has no idea what we are talking about?
They’ve taken my mind
Wrapped it around some bullshit
They wanted to feed me
So they could get what they wanted.
They’ve taken my ass
Sometimes for their pleasure
Sometimes for my own
Sometimes the line was skewed, at best.
They’ve taken my heart
Laughed
As they ripped it apart
For me to kneel down
Pick it up
And try desperately to repair it.
They’ve taken my legs
Taken me to places
I shouldn’t have been
Or didn’t want to go.
They’ve taken my arms
Used them for a night
Or more
To pretend they have someone
When I could have been anyone
They just wanted a human
Not me.
They have taken my song
Pulled words out of it
So they could rip me apart
Piece by piece
Leave what was left of my voice
Quivering in fear.
They’ve taken simple things from me
All of it, meaningless
When it comes down to it
Because there are places in me
Nobody has touched.
Touch them.
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