the missing piece

im hurting because i miss the essance of his soul the felling of being coverd and cared for 3but i wish it was a dream but its not the empitiness is real the mindset is real my soul is shattered and its all because my mind is battered and bursied and misused for the enjoyment of others i suffer and with him it wasnt like that i enjoyed the freedom but just like a caged bird i realized i was out of my element in the wild i suffer  beacuse i cant display affection without the fear of rejection breathing in my infection as i look into my reflection it causes my scars to be on display i turn away unable to face the truth that seeks of my face im ashamed of who i am inside but in your eyes im perfect im worth it but until i see the same i remain a distant flaw unable to face the life of freedom in its face you took the place of a broken mind and made it home in reality thats where you belong but its been empty so long it cuts the song the image that inside arises im dying inside just to look into your eyes of wonder i blunder slip and fall on my face after all who said dreams were that easy to obtain 

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