narcissistic abuse
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I never asked you
To go
I never told you
To go
I asked you
To stay
I've told you
To stay
I've heard the
Protests
I've heard your
Screams
So you've gotten
The dream you've desired
A big house,
A big car,
A husband,
And some food and water
But did you really get what you've wanted?
Now two kids
They come your way
Blood is life
But what life does it serve
If all we ever do
Is drunken ourselves with it
We desire to make love
But what love do we make
When we desire to take love
Next Stop:HELL
I remember the days you confined me in hell,
although in my home it was a prison cell.
