Another cut,
another scar,
another burn
Her mum is not far,
she cries
and cries
and cries
looking at the cuts on her thighs.
She feels like a failure,
mumbling "i must of been blind"
a flashback of the abuse
entered her mind.
Was it all my fault?
Could I of stopped the first kiss?
or was this fate?
no.
I
deserved
this.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Another cut,
another scar,
another burn
Her mum is not far,
she cries
and cries
and cries
looking at the cuts on her thighs.
She feels like a failure,
mumbling "i must of been blind"
a flashback of the abuse
entered her mind.
Was it all my fault?
Could I of stopped the first kiss?
or was this fate?
no.
I
deserved
this.
