The Broken Story
I thought he was done
But now know he has just begun
I hear the rip of flesh
And see purple and red mesh
I look at blade and wrist
And just know I cannot resist
No blood loss for so long
That now anything else is so wrong
As my life leaves my soul
Not being a thing in my control
My blood leaves my veins
And in my eyes it rains
Because I am hurt on the inside
Knowing I wrongly complied
To a thing that would not last
And would soon
Be a thing of the past
He screwed me so hard
It was me who he has scared
And I know he does not care
That is why it’s so unfair
That is why I slit my wrists
That is why I cannot resist
That is why I will not be missed
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