What's Left of Me sits here traumatize Destination I was headed was my demise
it's true but I really hate to admit it
I'm through but my mind still needs to quit it
is it over or has it just begun
I'm tired of living life like a fucking rerun
the only thing I'm sure of is that they won
the damage is too great to be undone
Abused by everyone of relation
Common denominator manipulation
suffering humiliation
bad reputation
physical pain
reprogrammed brain
inability to trust
lack of desire or lust
the list goes on and on
All the great things about me are gone
Not proud of the me thats all that's left
what was took of me should be considered theft
To bitterness and anger I refuse to succumb
So I'll live out my days secluded and numb
All I know is I don't wanna fight anymore
I'm not even sure what the hell I was fighting for
© Warrior/Goddess