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stopdoopy Jun 2019
Pretty
Little girls
Run home
Into my arms

Crying
About
The man
They met tonight

He
Was always
A monster
Just hidden inside

They
Had bled
Blue and Red
Having Known him

If
I could
I would
**** for them

I
Would take
It all
For those girls

My
Sweet, funny
Precious friends
Deserved much more

But
All I
Can do
Is be here

Listen
To how
They weep
And feel disgust

Their
Bodies no
Longer theirs
But now spectacles

"If
It really
Happened" someone
Mocks them cruelly

"It's
No big
Deal" another
Sneers so violently

It
Happened
Whether they think
So or not

And
I am
Here for you
My dear sisters
Wyatt Oct 2016
Save yourself, turn your eyes away.
Save yourself, turn your eyes away.
My brain is dying, tune your ears.
My brain is dying, tune your ears out.
Walking away, I never thought it'd be so cold.
Pacing back, the shame never feels old.
Fresh in my mind, stuck in my head.
Fresh in my mind, stuck in my head.
The things that I hate are the things I am.
I am here, I wait. I am leaving today.
Is today yesterday? And is tomorrow today?
Is time my punishment?
Are the hands on the clock
wrapped around my neck?
Save yourself, turn your eyes away.
Save yourself, turn your eyes away.
My brain is dying, tune your ears out.
Death's around the corner.
He mocks me.
Death's around the corner.
He mocks me.
He mocks me.

— The End —