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DOB
Calm down
Who are you,
Look at me & stop the screams.
I haven’t caused your beast inside,
It’s always been there waiting to come alive.
You’re the reason she was almost dead
You promised the world, but only out to destroy
She didn’t deserve this lashing.
She’s on the bathroom floor crying harder than ever before
We’re only 16, how can you scream for more?
You have the best excuses for all her scars.
You especially love the ones you forced on her arms
The ones that were supposed to validate my love for you
Now she’s bleeding heavier than before.
The pain vanished and it was euphoric
The sirens are coming
her mother is screaming
She’s awake
Dead inside, but still alive.
Woke up with bandages around her wrists.
The doctors aren’t talking they’re just writing a script.
If
Did you know Daddy?
That it would be your last day,
And when you didn’t wake
everything in the past,
Suddenly became the last.
At least in this existence
you are gone.
But would it be  different,  if you knew?
****
You said it so much I thought it was my name.
Too much skin attracts the wrong kind of men.
You warned me not to dress this way.
And if I did, I become their prey.
What a game you love to play.
Shot in the chest
my heart is exposed.
Ready for the desolation,
From the ones I now loath.
des·o·la·tion
ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/
noun
a state of complete emptiness or destruction.

lloathe
lōT͟H/
verb
feel intense dislike or disgust for.
You always ask how  I am,
I’m fine, I’m okay.
Do you really want to know about my mutilated story.
Woeful beyond belief,
nowhere to go or be.
Good thing too because I'm not quite healed enough to be so free.
Woe·ful: characterized by, expressive of, or causing sorrow or misery
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