Once I was trapped inside of your prism,
The one made of glass that made me numb.
Slowly severing the nerve ending,
My unfeeling nature emerged into something-
Something I am not,
Twisting my love until it was caught.
A ball of silken emotion,
You fed on it daily until there was none.
You must really hate me, or I would be dead;
Instead I am left lifeless, dangling from your thread.
All of my energy has been sucked dry-
I am left hanging here wondering, why?
Why, why, why did I try?
All of those wasted tears I did cry.
All of my life, I have wanted to die;
Why must every hello end with goodbye?
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