A little heart inside of me I keep it tucked away Beg and plead On ****** knees Just hoping that you'll stay. A fighting mind up in my head I know that it's up there Try and try I memorize The wish that you would care. And tiny legs that carry me Deeper into your hold Red stop signs And tear streaked eyes I know I should have known. Thin, small arms I have right here That don't accomplish much I lift the weights You throw them down And I still wince at your touch. Meager curves I wish were not Places, yeah, I got it there A weightless thing "The Skin and Bones" But I'm still caught in your stare. The darkest eyes I try to hide And theirs- the lightest blue Just not the same I cannot change The eyes I see in you. Visual things, they matter much Inside it matters more I guess it's fine Its gone with time, Isn't personality a bore?
Because abuse exists, guys. I watched some videos about abuse stories today and it was intense.