She feels like a object, Handled, used - Discarded when no longer needed. She tried to speak, To whisper her pain, But somehow, she became the problem. Gaslighting, manipulation - A cycle so toxic It wraps around her like chains. He never raised a hand But she wishes he had. This silent war is breaking her, Unseen bruises on her soul. Can't you see the damage? Or do you just not care? She starts to believe, This is all she deserves - Your words, your coldness Your twisted love. The trauma bond, grips her tight, Fear whispering she'll never escape. She loves you, But love shouldn't feel like this. She isn't strong enough to leave, Too dependant, too broken, Trapped in a cage You built around her heart. Lonely, aching, fading- But to you She is nothing more Than an emotionalness object.