I'm scarred from the inside out, with bruises that have no color
hidden tears from years of pain,
A lump in my throat the size of Mt. Everest
No one knows my pain, no one cares
Each day in my head I hear my abusers voice telling
me I'm no good and calling me names.
This life I did not choose, I was born to my abuser
It's all I know, It's all I hear, I know no different.
These days will never end, and the pain will never go away.
I must pretend that everything is okay, because that's how others want me to be.
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Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
I'm scarred from the inside out, with bruises that have no color
hidden tears from years of pain,
A lump in my throat the size of Mt. Everest
No one knows my pain, no one cares
Each day in my head I hear my abusers voice telling
me I'm no good and calling me names.
This life I did not choose, I was born to my abuser
It's all I know, It's all I hear, I know no different.
These days will never end, and the pain will never go away.
I must pretend that everything is okay, because that's how others want me to be.
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