To you, who hurt me so muchβ¦.
I told you I was in pain,
And I showed you my wounds
But instead of helping me heal,
You added more salt to them.
You saw my weaknesses and turned them into weapons.
There was word you said that cut deeper.
And when I was on the edge, barely holding on, you gave me the last push.
It's like you enjoyed watching me fall apart.
As if seeing me lost gave you power.
You knew exactly where to attack me.
Always playing with my fragile mind.
Piece by piece, until there was nothing left of me.
Now I sit here, broken and empty,
And somehow, I'm the one to blame.
The world will hear your story.
But no one will see the destruction you left on me.
Now I am empty, completely dead inside, drowning in sorrow, suffocating in waves.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem