I left,
because I couldn't do it anymore,
because where the knife was cutting it was getting sore.
Everything was slipping from my grip.
Nobody cared, but me.
I had dreams, maybe vision of the place where I could be set free.
That's why I quit caring.
No one cared for me, so why should I for them?
The road was chosen and there was no going back.
Why would I turn around and stare?
There's nothing back there.
Nothing that could matter to me again.
I will not hold broken glass, to make you happy.
I will not hurt and break anymore.
I'll be my own voice,
something that's more powerful, than anything.
You'll watch me.
Will you regret the times you choked me and stole my air?
Maybe, maybe not,
but why should I care?
You weren't even there, when I shed a tear.
So why did you think I'd stay chained?
I'm not a poisoner, nor are you my guard.
Now you can't even make the soil that sticks to my feet.
I'm a animal that escaped captivity,
the place where they claimed I was safe,
but really I was out of place and tormented.
I shut the door that was left open,
calling my name.
I walked away with my dignity.
I was only missing a few hairs,
with scratches and bruises.
But you baby lost everything including me.