this abuse reminds me that i am real

blood colored stains under my skin

left from the pressure under your finger tips

pinning me down with love

because i dont believe its true if it doesnt hurt

and the screaming and throwing

only makes me wanna stay more

i cant get this out of my head

i cant get you out of my bed

im spinning


and the more damaged i become

the more i start to shatter

the deeper i fall



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