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Feb 2019
I'm sorry I became so broken,
I guess that's what happens when you just don't notice,
That your child is hurting,
That inside she's screaming,
For someone to save her,
Save her from herself,
Rescue her from the demon,
That lived in the house,
That was just next door,
A couple of steps, no more,
But you didn't help her,
You didn't save her,
And now she's shattered,
Now she's glass on pavement,
Never to be put back together,
And now no one can save her,

(Save her, save her, save her.)

I cried and cried,
And I tried that night,
To tell you how ****** my life,
Had become, but I couldn't find the knife,
In my back to pull out,
To get the words out,
So now I'm just as broken as the porcelain doll,
In my childhood basement, rotting on the floor,

I tried so hard, Ma, I tried so hard,
To be so normal, but I just couldn't,
All I could think of was how to get out,
How to not scream, how to not shout,
About how unfair the cards I'd been dealt,
Cause yeah I always was reminded they weren't the worst,
But what no one ever one told me, no one ever said,
Was that hey baby girl, they still aren't the best,
So I tried to piece myself together,
Stitch by stitch, but I just keep breaking further,
Because I needed someone,
I needed anyone,
To tell me I'm not alone,
To let me know I don't have to be done,
That there's another way out besides dying,
You don't have to be in your room by yourself crying,
So why did no one save her, save me,
Why did no one save that girl, why did no one save me?

(Save me, save me, save me?)

I tried that night,
I cried and cried,
To tell you how ****** my life,
Had become, but I couldn't find the knife,
In my back to pull out,
To get the words out,
So now I'm just as broken as the porcelain doll,
In my childhood basement, rotting on the floor.
Valarola Nikola
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Valarola Nikola  33/F/New York
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