dark poetry, domestic abuse, life, mental health, mental illness, narcissist, narcissistic abuse, poetry

Insidious

gentlekindness

What you stole from me

Or otherwise used for yourself…

My worth

My time

My love

My mind

My patience

My intellect

My passion

My common sense

My hope

My dreams

My tears

in streams

My fairness

My strength

My happiness

My pain

You sucked my soul

Like a vampire feeds

With no remorse

For your insidious deeds

Published by gentlekindness

Searching for meaning, beauty and inspiration, amid the darkness and pain of this existence. Hoping to guide others to find what is true for them, and to draw out the inner light in others.

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