girls.

Girls are called fat, ugly Sluts and whores. But nobody sees What goes on behind Closed doors Some of us girls Cut Others use thing that are hot to the touch. There's so many ways to give Yourself pain. Most of us cry some of us hold it in But we all know No matter where we go It will just began again. We are stronger than you think But you have to remember Everyone brakes. So if you see us as weak Or maybe even disgusting Because we inflict harm on our selves. Just keep in mind We didn't want this Not at all It's you nasty rude Ungrateful People that brought Us to fall If you find happiness in this Well then bless your soul Cause I think God will look down on You not us But you for braking our souls.

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