# Poem: Two Halves

Author: Brandie
Tags: Evil, Long, Poem

You once loved me  
You thought I was made just for you  
You said you wanted me always  
But you had other plans in mind  
  
You wanted not a brilliant mind  
But a warm body to be near yours, forever  
You promised me the world if I let you touch me  
But I knew better then to ruin my life and yours  
  
I pushed you away and you pushed back  
So I found someone special, one who wouldn't push and I hurt you  
You now punish me for my "wrongdoings"  
Hurting me in the only way you knew how  
  
I cried in my sleep but was laughed at from inside  
By one almost inhuman  
One who loves to hurt  
And gets pleasure from tears  
  
She told me of death and how it would help  
How it would end my suffering  
I listened to her, had a blade at my throat  
When sleep took me over and I fell to the floor  
  
When I awoke, I was not looking from my eyes  
But from behind them  
What someone else was looking at  
I realized it was Her  
  
She told me of escape but not for me  
For Her it was to be used, since I gave up hope  
Now She is in control  
And no one is safe anymore

  She wants what is not to be had in Her young years  
And as I plead Her to stop  
She smiles and does more  
She knows how to hurt and will soon hurt more than me  
  
She lives by Her pleasures  
As I cry behind Her eyes  
Begging for a second chance  
But it's not for me to have  
  
I gave in to death  
Wanted it, needed it  
Pleaded it to take me, and when it finally said yes  
She grabbed my hand and locked me up inside where I can never escape  
  
  
  
  
I watch as she hurts one and loves another  
Beating on the door to be let out  
Twice my pleas became real  
But what I was allowed to be a part of I didn't want  
  
She's mean to our friends  
And nice to my enemies  
She flirts with all those around her  
Then brakes their hearts for fun  
The blood of her victims, She likes to taste  
The bruises She likes to frame  
You let Her tie you up and slice your flesh  
because She spoke of love  
But when She's bored with torture of flesh  
she works with the mind  
  
I still cry at night but inside Her eyes  
Because I can feel the pain of Her victims and it kills me  
The weight of their pain pushes down on my chest and suffocates me  
So soon I will die, and nothing but evil will be left

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