Another cut,
             another scar,
                       another burn
Her mum is not far,
      she cries
                   and cries
                              and cries
looking at the cuts on her thighs.
     She feels like a failure,
                  mumbling "i must of been blind"
     a flashback of the abuse
                     entered her mind.
       Was it all my fault?  
Could I of stopped the first kiss?
             or was this fate?
                      no.
                              I
                                    deserved
                                                       this.