The Devil Said I Was Overreacting... So I Bit Back (Reworked)

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I stitched my shadow to my spine
so it wouldn’t wander off again,
but now it pulls,
like a leash on a rabid dog.

You keep scratching on my ribcage walls,
turning my heartbeat into a drumline
for a war I never signed up for.

You say “calm down” with a smirk in your voice,
but every time I listen,
I lose another piece of myself.

(Oh, here we go again)
You spit gasoline, I bring the matches
We burn the room just to feel something real
(Oh, don’t you dare pretend)
that you’re the saint in this hell we’re sharing
You called me broken
so I broke you back.

You hide behind a tongue made of knives,
and call it truth.
But I see the cracks in your grin,
I know you bleed too.

“You’re nothing without me!”
(Then watch me disappear.)
“I’ll drag you down again!”
(I’ll bury you this time.)

You said I was overreacting,
but you never felt the flood in my lungs.
You said I was imagining it,
but you never choked on your own tongue.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! 💙
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