Your wrist says whore but your heart says more (sequel to Fireworks)

WARNING MAY BE TRIGGERING!!!!

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this is the sequel to fireworks this explains alot more. Honestly I don't care if you judge me you can go ahead your not the first. THANKS FOR READING!! tell me what you think. enjoy!!!

Your wrist says whore but your heart says more (sequel to Fireworks)

you call me a whore

as you do what you do

you ask me if I'd do it again

but why don't you understand

I didn't ask for it

I didn't want it

and I had just told you that day what happened to me

but you insist

you make me feel like its all my fault

you try to force me to do it once more

but that's not what I want

and I push you away

trying to push back the tears in my eyes

and escort you away

you leave me alone

to pick up the pieces and feel the pain

everything is overwhelming my mind

my past

what you did

how could this stuff happen again

the fireworks we loved

I know hate

every explosion reminds me what you did

they remind me of the way your hands hurt me

and your rage that leaves me with more than just chills

my mind is out of control

and I fine relief in my blade

carving the word "whore" in my wrist

along with many other cuts

I drink long from a bottle

drowning the memories

and forgetting the events if only for a few hours

I take a bottle of pills trying to end it all

but alas it never works

I am just left with all the scar

the mental

the emotional

the physical scars

at the age of 16

I was broken and shattered once again

left alone to endure the pain

blaming myself for everything that went on

blaming myself for not seeing it

and thinking I was a whore