The sacrifices I have made to protect the pain I have inflicted upon myself has given me nothing but a dread you continue to endure with the pain I’ve given you. I keep myself whole. I can expect what I have lost and adjust accordingly to your needs and satisfaction. But silence is a sin if you’re too quiet. but god forbid if I have spoken in violence. The scars along my tongue being held and tormented leave me abandoned. My eyes view my future, rather than yours bleed with my bloodline you desperately want to erase. I give you my power, take my hand, let me destroy my body, let my mind decay with your words rotting at my fingertips. For if it wasn’t for you, my life would be nonexistent.