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You can take away

You can take away

You can take away my dignity 
So I feel absolutely worthless 
You can take away my kindness
So I feel sorry for the villains 
You can take away my empathy 
So I have problem seeing other perspectives than my own 
You can take away my goal
So i don’t have a clue what to live for

You can take away my vulnerability 
And I will learn to replace it with pride 
You can take away my humility,
my meek
And I will promise to flex next
You can take away my strength 
And I will never show how weak you made me feel
You can take whatever you want
Cause I don’t feel worthy of love anyway 

You can take away trust
So I don’t trust anybody else ever again
You can take away my confidence 
Replace it with multiple insecurities 
Take away my peace
So I destroy myself in my own head
You can say whatever you need 
Cause I don’t mind 
I’ve already to fragile to put up another fight

I learned something being your lady
I learned to be passive instead of active
I learned to be discouraged instead of brave
To be superior instead of restraint 
Arrogant instead of amiable 
I learned how to be exactly who you wanted me to be 
And I would let you automatically 
Cause I’m already convinced that
That’s what is takes for loving a man
I don’t deserve 
Yeah, that’s what it takes 
To punish me for my sins

I had to prove I’m worthy of your love
I had to prove actions over words 
And it became hard, cause all I wanted was to escape and run
And I wouldn’t go another round 
For you to tell me i could be replaced 
You made me convinced that
I did deserve this treatment 
You made me become someone I truly hate

You can break me to pieces 
I will glue them together the best I can
You can walk all over me
Say that I’m rootless 
Incapable and unlovable 
And after I while you don’t have to worry 
Cause I will carry
This baggage of lies
To the next person 
Who tries
To love 
The unloveable me

Deep down 
All I wanted was to run
Run away and hide
To never look back 
To Ignore, block, delete you from my life
Cause a setting on people like us
Gets normal over time

I would rather die 
Than to live one more day in this
nightmare called life
I rather die than to please and satisfy 
The devil in disguise 

You worn me like 
I was a piece of jewelry 
Showed me off 
like I was your trophy 
Between close doors 
No one had a clue
Yeah, no one has a clue accept you and your little miss perfect 
Between close doors 
You were a murder of dreams, hopes
And truth
No wonder I needed help 
After what you put me through 

Now I’m cursed 
Cause I can’t seem to get out 
Out of this hell hole of a life
I’m broken
A mess
How to be normal
How to stop this carousel?
Carousel of my own patterns
Repeating itself 
Over and over
Non stop 
I just wished I knew how to 
Not destroy everyone I love 
 

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Raechel Rae

Narsacism loves trying to destroy something pretty! Life's lessons are to make you us stronger not hardened us...something I still struggling with daily. Thanks for sharing I to am thankfully blessed I left a life like this behind and working hard to leave its aftermath there as well! 🖤🖤🖤

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Ariel Michelle Klepp

❤️❤️❤️
unfortunately a lot of people have been through similar situations 

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