The Wall

I shouldn’t care anymore about your day,

Or wonder if you’re still okay.

You don’t care how you tore me apart,

A cruel game you played with my heart.

I’d have torn out every piece of me,

Just to see you healed, just to set you free.

But silence is all you ever send,

No sorry, no truth, no means to mend.

Maybe you meant to be this way,

A monster hidden beneath words you say.

I was your pawn, discarded and broken,

Now left with wounds, your lies unspoken.

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