My Soul Hate

If you understand this as you read it I feel sorry for you,

It’s so lonely, so isolated, even if you feel it too.

To let yourself be used, manipulated, bruised...

I’m filled with bitterness and anger and I’m utterly confused.

This abuse isn’t physical, this is a mental torture,

I cower beneath each heavy blow, as my heart is butchered.

The worst moments are in the quiet, or when night has fallen,

I feel like all our plans have been trampled over, stolen.

Just me, myself and I, burning so hot it blisters inside,

So much space around me now, yet I have nowhere to hide.

Can I just turn back the clock? Just a year, maybe two...

I’d change bits here and there, be sure I never met you.

I know you’re not my soul mate, I mean how could you be?

I don’t think anyone could hurt me like you’ve hurt me.

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