Clutching at straws gasping for air begging for crumbs from the one who emptied your plate, the one who sucked the air from your lungs

Leaving you void, leaving you on the side of the road like roadkill for the vultures to pick at

But still you stay, asking for more, a gluten for punishment you are

Fine wines and expensive minks covering up marks of aggression and signs of oppression

Trapped in a cycle of heart over head, self pity, self loathing and fear

But who are we to pass judgement from our cosy couches and late night snuggles without ever experiencing the struggle, without ever experiencing the fight, the pain and the torment

Easier said than done

Only another could truly understand this situation so all I can say is you deserve better, follow your intuition you don’t have to suffer

-Dionne MT-

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