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Sad poems You wont take me.
Not really.
I have this release.
Cold steel, warmed by my life's blood.
You can't touch me now.
They may not care.
But my blood is still warm.
And I still share it with you.
So I rid myself of it
One cut at a time.
I may be your prisoner
But I have this one small freedom.
What more can you take from me?
There's hardly any of me left
Only your pain.
Am I just your vessel?
Finally I am rid of you
I no longer wake sweating in the dark
I no longer cry in my sleep
I no longer beg you for mercy.
The scars have faded
My smile has returned
My friends love me
Now I can be me again
I fought you for so long
I took my small victories.
You took so much, but I won.
The past is yours, the future mine.
I don't need to hurt to be free.
