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~curtain call~
as you begin to harm
you see that feminine charm
girl of only 16 but you seen enough to hate
a father who always touched you
and one night stands with boys
that claimed
"i love you"
raped at 13 and beat till 15
your body is bruised
and your purity is stained like the blood soaking your shirt
but not your own blood
you turn your back on the body remembering the way he touched you in bed when mommy wasn't home
the way he held you down and suffocated you till u resist no-more
now his corpse is all that remains
but the memories come back as you
let another man inside of you the heat spreads, but not how u expected
the blade under your pillow resting in his neck
tears flow, the blood flows
your mind lost in the waterworks
your drowning in the moment of…unknown feelings
"who are you?!"
"what are you?!!"
the shadows mock you from afar
"your nothing"
"just give up!"
"why live like this?!!"
curtains of black close around your eyes, your curtain call is here
in the audience death claps
your time has come
"do it"
the blade penetrates your heart.
you see that feminine charm
girl of only 16 but you seen enough to hate
a father who always touched you
and one night stands with boys
that claimed
"i love you"
raped at 13 and beat till 15
your body is bruised
and your purity is stained like the blood soaking your shirt
but not your own blood
you turn your back on the body remembering the way he touched you in bed when mommy wasn't home
the way he held you down and suffocated you till u resist no-more
now his corpse is all that remains
but the memories come back as you
let another man inside of you the heat spreads, but not how u expected
the blade under your pillow resting in his neck
tears flow, the blood flows
your mind lost in the waterworks
your drowning in the moment of…unknown feelings
"who are you?!"
"what are you?!!"
the shadows mock you from afar
"your nothing"
"just give up!"
"why live like this?!!"
curtains of black close around your eyes, your curtain call is here
in the audience death claps
your time has come
"do it"
the blade penetrates your heart.
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