You can ask me why,
and I'll start to cry
You can ask me when,
But I still won't tell you then
You can try to give me a hug,
But I'll take a step back
You can try to comfort me,
But I'll only feel discomfort
I'm broken and bruised,
confused,
brutally used,
and permanently uncured.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
You can ask me why,
and I'll start to cry
You can ask me when,
But I still won't tell you then
You can try to give me a hug,
But I'll take a step back
You can try to comfort me,
But I'll only feel discomfort
I'm broken and bruised,
confused,
brutally used,
and permanently uncured.
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