Beads of blood
Stain her white dress
From the wounds
Carved into her flesh,

After years of fear
She couldn't hide her tears,
In the end
What was left
Only a blood soaked mess
Her last tear was spent
And her soul could still not rest,

She only wanted to feel loved
And to be adored
But they called her worthless-
She's a whore
She hit rock bottom
She's on the floor,
She didn't really expect anything more...

 
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