As I slammed the door behind me,
Tears running down my cheeks.
The thoughts of you beating me
has been going on for weeks.
I couldnt stand it anymore
I was sick of runnig through the door, sick of having a new bruise and cut,
From so called being a slut.
I will never for get the day
That I had to runaway
from death its self
with its sleuth and stelth.

I cant believe you would raised your hand to me!
After telling me you loved me!
I'm going to try not to remember you ever.
But these scars on my back and in my heart will stay forever.


 
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