The Pain on my Screen

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The bright screen strains my eyes
As all of the loving emotion dies
Each word only proves my scorns
Every rose really does have its thorns

The harassing and blackmailing never ends
With the new text and picture that sends
Why do they and their words hurt me so
Why why why why I trow

A new email in my box
Oh joy as hate knocks
It's prying hands drag me away
Clawing my insides as they decay

Phrases they say to me swirl in my head
"You're ugly, go kill yourself." they said
Many more phrases and words on a small screen
I wish that they didn't mean anything

I would never imagined that it would happen to me
Those words always affected another he or she
But I have been pushed into this bitter abyss
When did I get here I can't reminisce

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