blood stains that i can't get out
"i don't want to"'s stuck in my mouth
aching pain for days on end
why did you want to share me with a friend?
ordered rows of bloody lines red
pressed against the sheets of my bed
the only time my control is regained
is if i cut myself, because i'm so pained
and so tired and weak and i want this to be over
like when you forced me to be drink but i wanted to be sober
how dare you say you love me when you blame this all on me
force me to fuck him then say that i'm dirty
you made me feel guilty when it wasn't my fucking fault
and this is how boys get away with assault
