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I was so good for so long I was good when I was 10 I was good when they would fight about the other woman I was good when I pretended I didn't know the truth I was good when I was 13 I was good when they were stressed from work I was good when they said it was my fault I was good when I believed it was my fault I was good when I was 15 I wasn't top of my class I couldn’t get the scholarship they couldn't pay the bills but I was good I was good when I let it be my fault I was good when I was 17 I was good when they fought about the other man I was good because I was a punching bag I was good because I didn’t scream I was good because I didn’t tell anyone I was good until I was 18 When I realized I didn't want to be good anymore because the bruises on my body and the scratches on my face and the nights I spent drowning my screams in the overflowing tub and the blood seeping through my pajama sleeves and the empty prescription bottles and the Christmas morning I woke up with a headache because I didn't take enough pills to not wake up at all were never going to be good enough.
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Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
The End of Good
I was so good for so long I was good when I was 10 I was good when they would fight about the other woman I was good when I pretended I didn't know the truth I was good when I was 13 I was good when they were stressed from work I was good when they said it was my fault I was good when I believed it was my fault I was good when I was 15 I wasn't top of my class I couldn’t get the scholarship they couldn't pay the bills but I was good I was good when I let it be my fault I was good when I was 17 I was good when they fought about the other man I was good because I was a punching bag I was good because I didn’t scream I was good because I didn’t tell anyone I was good until I was 18 When I realized I didn't want to be good anymore because the bruises on my body and the scratches on my face and the nights I spent drowning my screams in the overflowing tub and the blood seeping through my pajama sleeves and the empty prescription bottles and the Christmas morning I woke up with a headache because I didn't take enough pills to not wake up at all were never going to be good enough.
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Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
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