She likes to hurt me
And I'm ashamed to admit that I can't
Stop her
Sometimes she'll lock me up for hours
The ability to communicate
Erased
I try to get help, pleading; begging on hands and knees
But they can't see
Because they're just like
She
She'll grab a sharp object and cut me
Ripping, tearing holes right through me
She'll make me hurt real bad
For the sake of her pleasure
I have to carry around all this hate
Because she wants it, always
It's exhausting
Everytime she sees my reflection in
The mirror
She'll make me bleed water through my eyes
She's never satisfied
I'm never good enough