I can't feel you anymore...
I feel alive again—and so much more.
Everyone can see the shift,
How I smile and laugh once more.
I lost my smile for a while...
Dead eyes, and my soul paid the price.
It drained me dry, took its toll—
Yet you twisted it into some sick goal.
You mocked my rants,
Because all you cared about was the girl in hot pants.
That motherly care you swore was rare—
Yet you pick another, as if we’re all on some timeshare.
I was on the floor...
Now I rise, ready to stomp once more.
When I burned with rage,
You made vile remarks about my age—
As if I were on a stage,
As if I were meant to rot in a cage...
And now you preach like you were always a sage.
You want to preserve your unborn child...
I hope she reads this all one day,
A legacy of tears you can never hide.
Not just for one, but for all—
Who acted as if this witch deserved to be burnt.
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