Remember the night
you held me in your arms
after I drank too much poison
and could no longer contain my pain?
You held me in your arms
as I sobbed uncontrollably
and I could hear the hurt in your voice
as you tried to console me.
You held me in your arms
and kissed me on my forehead
and told me not to worry.
You'd never let them hurt me.
Again.
But it's too late now, isn't it?
It already happened,
He already hurt me,
I've already bled.