Chemical Burns

I took a step back.
I took two steps back.
I took three steps back.
And I reached the exact same spot that I had started from.

He watched as I made one mistake after another.
He did not say a word.
He enjoyed the spectacle.
He'd never stop saying things that would make me doubt myself.

I bled.
I bled.
I bled.
As I lay on the floor, thinking that I was probably dying.

Big, strong words.
Big, strong hands.
Tiny sense of self.

You put me under your spell.
Oh, you played the game so darn well.
But I was too young to comprehend what the consequences would be.

What a mess.
What a mess.
What a mess.
I had to clean it all up.