The sweet satisfaction of blood seeping out of the cuts she gives herself, drowning in the pain that her father brought upon her. His words hurt so much, actions none the better. Why does he do what he does?
The sweet satisfaction of slashing her wrists, day after exhausting day. Smiling in public to keep herself from breaking down. Everyone thinks she's good and happy, but really she's broken and misplaced, scattered and confused.
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PoetryHey guys, this is just a bunch of poetry/lyrics that I have written and decided to put online. THESE ARE MINE. I HAVE WRITTEN THEM. DO NOT USE THEM UNLESS I GRANT YOU PERMISSION. Thank you :)