Constriction

Of the throat

The eyes

The muscles

Pain

Twisting in the stomach

Burning through the bones

Spreading throughout the body

This is your handiwork

This is what you left behind

A crying girl

With pain as her nature

This is what you've made

This is what you created

A creature of distraught

A young girl with nothing more to live for

You chose this

This is what you intended

I was the pawn

I was the guinea pig

Constriction

Of my throat

My eyes

My muscles

For what I have become

I hate what has become of me

This weeping must cease

You're not worth my trouble

You're not worth my pain

I should not acknowledge what you want of me

But I can't help it

I'm trapped by you

Held hostage by the love

I once felt

That I still feel

Constriction

Of the throat

The eyes

The muscles

For what was made of me