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Fire burns across my eyes
Music shattering my eardrums
As I lay still, seemingly dead

No one noticed the lightning in my soul
Until it was too late, until it fizzled away
Leaving the hollow shell,
Of a victim who can't see the sun

My white ceiling pierces my mind
As the lost sound of my cat, echoes past, blind
The jingle of her collar, the cough in her throat

The pink walls bleed, as I remember her
Her words tearing me apart,
Leaving me for the dogs

How I was worthless and stupid
That I didn't deserve anything good
And that I could never live up to her expectations

My posters laugh when I listen to his words
And feel his hands pressing into a body I never wanted
Hearing the way he called me "slut" thinking it was hot

I try to focus on the good, the days full of laughing
But they're rare, when I can actually feel
So I sit numbly, staring at the yard

My door can open now,
The frosty air chilling my thoughts
The distant sound of dogs calming my heart

It might be wrong, it might be scary,
But the nighttime is what saved me
The darkness was my hero

Candy wrappers litter my floor,
Crunching beneath frail feet
As I silently patter to bed

Once again returning my gaze to the ceiling
Feeling hopeless and small
Wishing someone would hold me, cradle me to sleep

So I could do the same for them
And forget the body I've been forced into
So I could love myself...

So I could love this worthless piece of shit
Broken down, good-for-nothing,
Hollow, rotting corpse of 17 years on earth.

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