If pain had a face, I am pretty sure it would be my own,
if it had a home, it would be my eyes,
because I will not believe, I will ever be the same,
been searching for years, heartbroken in all my tries.

I tried to run up your stairs, but everytime I was a step from the top,
you reached out your arms, to push me down,
now I figure you were simply playing around,
and trying to see how low you could get me to the ground.

P is for power, that you held over me,
A is for the assistance, you always needed, and I idiotically agreed,
I is for insanity, which is what I was in trusting you,
and N is for nothing, because you changed in the past month,
so clearly we are through.

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