The Scars
How could anyone love her now
She'll always wear the scars
It doesn't give her any satisfaction
To know the reason, sits behind bars
She'll always live this nightmare
For it's written all over her face
He carved her up, with a broken bottle
That she wears each day in disgrace
People stare, as she walks down the street
And she hangs her head in shame
Even though, she did nothing wrong
She still harbors, the feelings of blame
"Why me?", She thinks to herself
"What did I do to deserve this fate?"
The feelings she has, is foreign to her
For it's nothing but rage and hate
She no longer has the stomach
For the person she's become
Her pain and sorrow will keep her awake
Until the deed is done
She picks up a broken bottle
As she hangs her head and sighs
She feels the glass caressing her wrist
Then she closes her eyes and dies
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