Is this what you wanted me to do, to hurt myself again?
I think that it’s worth it
I’m not sure if I should be afraid, right now
All I know is this life is a lie you made
I will not let me go
I will stay here alone
You are what gave me hope
Now I have no home
But I’m not leaving
Aren’t you the one that pushed me over, left with all these holes?
I think you’re perfect
I can’t decide who was right or wrong, but I’m sure
With all these bruises blame, it must’ve been you
Hurt me harm me
I’m not worthy
You can’t break someone who’s used to the pain
Share me sell me
I’m not pretty
You can’t kill someone who’s wish is to die
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“We’ve had a product recall, sir.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Ascah is broken…how are we to fix ‘er?”
“…not sure, but we’ll dedicate the resources to investigate and hopefully find a working solution.”
“This is just one entity…are you sure this is worth the time/effort/resources?”
“She’s worth it, son. Now, let’s see what we can do.”
To bear the scars of abuse is to wear your darkest moments as pseudo badges of honour. Mental torment is a lot tougher to live with, of this I am sure. I have a good feeling about you, and wish you all the best with life’s many trials. You’re broken for now and no hotfix will remedy you; it’ll take sustained effort and the will to be mended in order for you to be “fixed”.
Eyes on.