Those hands
Those hands
Heart shattered,
soul bruised,
power abused,
those hands were used.
Why?
I was so confused.
Are those the hands that built my foundation? The hands that held everything together,
The hands that had the power to touch a star.
Are those the hands that took all the troubles away?
The hands that held me close and said "everything will be alright".
Those hands broke me.
They scratched,
fought,
never forgave,
never cared,
never taught
and never thought.
Those filthy hands,
they broke me.
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