What Good is Love, To a Heart Made of Stone?


You break me down yet again 

Just so it will build you up

My heart breaks, my mind cracks

My fears and pain spill out 

You laugh, while still looking perfect 

I’m slowly breaking into pieces 

From an endless battle 

Of torment, and manipulative destruction 

Burning all remnants of the girl I was

To make a new daughter 

Who is obedient and bows down before you

But I’m blocking out your voice 

So it doesn’t make my ears bleed anymore 

So your toxicity does not infiltrate

My body and soul 


This poem is about: 
My family


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