{"sf1_id":1029262,"sf2_id":null,"title":"What I'm Made of","author":"Vethehex","words":366,"posted_at":"2016-06-14T05:36:00.000Z","tags":["Depression","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1029262-what-i-m-made-of","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1029262","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1029262\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Just... thinking of those loved, lost. Betrayal, neglect, abuse.... the good memories that are now nightmares. They haunt you forever~","content":"I knew what was inside when I gave you the most important parts of me  \nI only wish I knew from the beginning it was useless and you'd never see  \nThat you brought out all the best parts that were hidden by lock and key~  \n  \nTold from when I was born that a\u0026nbsp;structure built on lies and deceit\u0026nbsp;  \nWas built only to fall apart, because those that hurt are not above being a cheat  \nEvery part that gets torn off, every piece that breaks down, don't ever retreat~  \n  \nI taught myself everyone was worth saving deep down inside  \nBuild them up, for as long as it takes, and sooner or later they confide  \nFinally fixing everything that both sides let slide~  \n  \nEven if you have to cry  \nFight until your wings break and you'll never fly  \nEvery last store inside you've bleed dry  \nIf it was worth your time to try  \nBreath your very life into them with your supply  \nJust don't let it die~  \n  \nEven if at the end of the day your left alone to fall  \nYou can lay your head down knowing that you gave your all  \nCold, alone, hungry, desperate, tired and vulnerable in your sprawl~  \n  \nEverything inside you slowly melts away even with all you've saved  \nIf no one is there to fill you back up your left depraved  \nThrowing everything at that one you though would never of caved  \nEven I knew it was impossible to get out unscathed~\n\n\u0026nbsp;It's something I never would of changed  \nEven if you abandoned and made\u0026nbsp;me estranged  \nI won't ever let go of my love inside my heart, even as every night I become more deranged~  \n  \nIt's been so long I don't even remember your face  \nI can't remember your smell, touch... taste  \nI have been left with nothing but a minuscule trace~  \n  \nTheir is not enough left in the shreds I collected to save what I was  \nMy hands shake holding over where the blood sinks through the gauze  \nFunny how in the heats of moments all of life seems to pause~  \n  \nOnly one question is asked in that moment of time \"If I was superman to everyone.. then who will save me?\"  \n  \n  \n  \n\n"}