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the willow tree.

by si

What can I do other than cut.? It seems nothing gives me the same rush. Seeing the blood drip from my hand Makes me wonder if it's time. But then my fiance comes to the rescue And tells me everything Will be alright. I want to believe him But you see I can't. I've been lied to my whole life So why take a chance. He'll hold me and whisper sweet things in my ear But with him behind me you see I get this great fear. I've been through it all I know what it's like to hurt I knew the moment That pervert went up my skirt. Now I'm afraid of every man. And this is the reason I am who I am. I want to love him but it's hard Even though he can see passed my scars. I still get the chills when he touches me there. And this I feel is my fault Cause I wasn't aware. I didn't know what that man was doing Nor why. Now I know and I hide inside. He haunts my dreams And because of this I will not sleep. Now let me be.! Please have mercy upon me. This is it I can't take anymore. This will be the last day I walk out that door And to the willow tree I will go Not to sit and read But to be hung by a rope.
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