All the boys want it
But they never see through the pain
She's bleeding inside
She might go insane
Tears cloud her eyes
Blood drips to the floor
Being used over and over again
Her heart is so sore
The stab of self-conscious
Makes her do it more
As she holds tight to her wrist
All the memories rush high
This time it was too close.
She could have died
Her cries increase
No one is there to hug
She scrubs the stain
off the rug
It never ends
repeating thoughts
All those stupid men
Makes her pick up the knife,
and do it again.

 
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