From demonizing your victimizer, to demonizing yourself.
Switching roles in one night.
If not the victim, who might you be?
Quite thee identity crisis.
With newfound capabilities of victimizing who might you be?
Just as savage?
Just as weak?
Just as broken?
Broken broken broken
Girl with a thing for broken boys
That broken boy, you broke that boy.
Why did you do that, you broken girl?
They say hurt people hurt people, well couldn't you have switched it up.
Swallowed your pain with out allowing another to sip from your cup?
Sat in solitude and awaited your healing...
Instead your soul beckoned him from the darkness
and he emerged.
Beautifully draped in pain. Disguised as the perfect distraction. While he planted his seed in your womb.
That seed your womb grew.
Grew, grew, GROWN.
A man child.
The most handsome like his father, with a side of demon. Born from pain. Two humans wishing to escape.
I'm sorry.
Was I not a good enough escape for you?
Fuck you. You couldn't have spilled your seed elsewhere?
I took it. I held it. It grew it. I Loved it.
Love covers a multitude of sins. And thank God, for I have sinned greatly.
Oh the feeling of victim turned victimizer.
From demonizing your victimizer, to demonizing yourself.
Switching roles in one night.
If not the victim, who might you be?
With newfound capabilities of victimizing who might you be?
Just as savage?
Just as weak?
Just as broken?
Broken broken broken
Girl with a thing for broken boys
That broken boy, you broke that boy.
Why did you do that you broken girl?
When will you forgive that broken boy?
When will you forgive that broken girl?
When will you Love that brokenness that gave you the strength to Love unconditionally with the newfound knowledge that you are in fact
unbreakable.
