Sick

Vile and disgusting,
You make me sick.
You're a virus, a disease.
Dirt beneath my feet,
Under my nails.
You're unwanted and unneeded.
Who are you to control me?
That's right, you don't.
You used to hold my wrists,
Hold me submerged in the darkness.
You had complete and utter control.
I've broken free,
Bleeding, broken, but alive.
I was surviving,
But now I'm living.