Beating

I should eat but I don’t

I should care but I won’t

I should cry but I’m not

I should die but I got

This strength inside of me that i wish wasnt there…it keeps me alive even when my heart’s got a tear so big and so wide that I should’ve bled and died but I’m still here standing….what is that about? 

Men who take my kids and use them as a pawn in a wicked game of chess they made up all along…my arms are getting sore from playing all this pong…that they call chess cause they’re stupid and ignorant and think they are the best. .

And yes they are the best at destroying fucking lives,  narcissism rampant and it feels like fucking knives going straight into my heart….the muscle torn apart but ever from the start it just…..keeps. …on……beating

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