Give In.

The time had come,
and I’d finally been,
separated from,
my own inner-victim –
she subconsciously perceived,
no worth at all for the rest of me,
too blind to be willing to believe,
quick to give into a shitty destiny –
but; such weakness,
does not belong to everyone,
it’s not for each of us,
to fall when the music’s gone –
I wished at first to find her,
in the comforts of familiarity,
reality stung like an open nerve,
and I ditched the bitch, permanently –
the last day that I was his victim,
a survivor stepped onto the scene,
who’d rather be dead than be with him,
who’ll never forget where she’s been.