This Is My Story

Don’t tell me my story starts with me,
forgiving myself for my wrongs
I allowed myself to be used
Reminiscing stings like a bee

Don’t trust whatever it is you see
A hole is where my heart belongs
My soul has been used, bruised and abused
Only vengeance can set me free

I cringe when I think of the last three
With time, their suffering prolongs
No form of pain will be excused
I will turn deaf ears to their plea

Don’t tell me my story starts with me,
forgiving myself for my wrongs
I allowed myself to be used
Reminiscing stings like a bee

Yeni