She can hear the party outside
Water splashing, children laughing
But there's a figure missing
No one noticed, no one's listening.She's in her room, the lights are off
Curtains drawn, alone, she's gone.
Feeding her mind things she shouldn't
She knows it's bad, she knows she's sad.But she can't help it.
You're in her head, he's in her bed.
She can feel him on her body,
She never forgot the damage he wrought.She never said no, but that didn't mean yes.
She played pretend, for she loved him
She thought it was what it would take,
He still left, for weeks she wept.She wasted herself
He used her, he abused her
She gave herself away
She didn't know, she's taken the blow.Then you left, as well
It was too much, all at once.
The snowball effect,
She's being crushed, it's been monthsShe can feel him, her skin crawls
She can't escape, outside he waitsYou're doing worse, she can't get away.
Always in thought, she never forgot.She thinks of her mistakes.
Everyday she frets, filled with this regret
Ivan, she loves you, and she's sorry.
She misses you so, please let her come home
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The Last Thing I Have Is Your Middle Name
RandomStories, poems, songs, and just ramblings for him.