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Ex-Victim

 
There used to be
A knot in my stomach
You tied it so tight
But not tight enough
I managed to escape

I used to have
A lump in my throat
As a result of the fear
You forced down on me
Obviously the lump has gone

I used to ring my fingers
Rubbing, and rubbing
You made me anxious
I was constantly worrying
But the fretting is over

I used to tremble a lot
Especially my hands
You made me fearful
Scared of your wrath
I’ve stopped shaking

I used to weep often
Painful streaming
You the source of hurt
Insults, cutting words
Made me feel so small
My eyes are now dry

There you lie; still
Head all caved in
So much blood
From a simple 5 Iron
Death really suits you
But more; it suits me
Written by David_Macleod (14397816)
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