Chapter 9: What I've Become.
This is her fault.
She let him do it to me for years.
Never stopping him,
then starting herself.
She doesn't care about me.
She created the monster of sadness I have become.
Now she sits in the corner of the room sobbing,
like she actually cares.
Did she honestly not see this coming?
Dumb Ass.
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PoetryShe was perfect. Well what everyone else saw was perfect. What they did not see was not so perfect. The depression, the jagged scars on her burning wrists and thighs, the tears she wept at night after the fights, the bruises left on her body by her...
