Beaten and broken
She whispers,
"Save me"
She's drowning in blood.
"Help me, help me"
She doesn't deserve to die.
One cut leads to hudreds.
Scratches become stitches.
Love becomes brutal hate.
The agony puts her in an insane state.
Pushed around, she's down on the ground.
Save her before she's dead.
But it's too late.
Her funeral is cold and black.
If only someone heard her scream.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:05 PM UTC
Beaten and broken
She whispers,
"Save me"
She's drowning in blood.
"Help me, help me"
She doesn't deserve to die.
One cut leads to hudreds.
Scratches become stitches.
Love becomes brutal hate.
The agony puts her in an insane state.
Pushed around, she's down on the ground.
Save her before she's dead.
But it's too late.
Her funeral is cold and black.
If only someone heard her scream.
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