Abused and Molded

 

I ripped open my chest and handed my heart to you,

There was no use for it

Abused and molded

It dangled at my wrist

Waited for love,

Prayed for hope,

Longed for a soul.

 

In your bloody hands you held it closely

A body left hollow to feeling

A hopeless mind

Sheltering my eyes from the pain

Abused and molded

 

I ripped open my chest and handed you nothing,

I gave all I could to you,

Molded to your needs

I have nothing left to give,

Just a Soul worth more than needing you. -BBW

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