Scapegoated

Picking at the scabs that stitch my skin.
Wondering if there is a way in;
To this house that was a home.
Once it was all I had know.
Yet now I’m…
Rifling through streets alone.
Sick and tired of the roam.
Cause I’m walking concrete without shoes.
Feels like every day I lose.

Damned me to constant when I’m not respondant.
Who were you to judge me?
Ripped through the memories as if you have necessity.
I can’t think straight!
Ligatures of torment have made me irrelevant.
I’m not pestilant, so stop!

Ravaged by the counter deep within.
Pain just keeps on coming.
With scars across my hands.
Proof I once had plans.
All long gone…
Cause your words have become fact.
I can’t get away from that.
Even with my feet red and bleeding.
Feel I should be pleading.

Damned me to constant when I’m not respondant.
Who were you to judge me?
Ripped through the memories as if you have necessity.
I can’t think straight!
Ligatures of torment have made me irrelevant.
I’m not pestilant, so stop!

Vanish from the face of this world.
Would anyone remember I whirled?
Against the ravings spoke by you.
Pretty sure they’re lost now too.
Sad to say but its true.
You won, congratulations we’re through.
Knives still stuck into my back.
Can’t get them out from where there at.
It’s why I am stained in red.
To be truthful I should be dead.
But you cursed me!
So now I am stuck right here.
Nothing but a broken gear,
Who once sat in the machine.
It was a time most serene.
Those days are gone!
Yet I still live on!

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