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DisDo you even care? The smile I gave felt obnoxious to my soul, I loathed myself, not because I don’t care. I cared so much that I hated myself to love you some more I cut a piece of my flesh and served it to you, and painted my soul black for you to see the light. I lost my sanity for your rationality, I drowned the truth for your lie to survive, I cared so much that I burned every ounce of my being and smiled through the pain while it cursed my soul I poisoned the flowers that served nectar to any bee but you, murdered every feeling that was not for you, I cared so much that I set my house on fire to light up your hearth, I broke and moulded my bones for your throne, I cared so much that I made whips of my lashes for you to hit me, I buried my corpse for your garden to bloom, let flies eat my skin and the maggots my flesh, so the grass from my guts makes you breathe in some fresh air. I plucked all my feathers for the wings that you fly on, I cut up my wrists so that your strings could hold me, I’m your marionette baby Don’t save me, play me, and I’ll be your monster now flay me and slay me I put up a cross, and a crown of thorns, drove nails in my hands and crucified myself to forgive your past and atone for your sins.PoemJul 6Jul 6