Who told you
All the words
I needed;
I wanted to hear?
Like coloring in
By the numbers
This ugly is to the bone,
I'm caught up
In your barbed wire
And as the lies cut deep
I'm struggling
To be free,
Seems I just can't
Get away,
And these scars
Are bleeding  all over
Wished my heart
Were as calloused
As my hands,
But the blisters are
Just beginning;
And what hurts worst
Is I know this isn't
The last or the first...

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