Wounds

hit her 'til she cries,
you'll never know she dies inside.
every time she picks herself up, you tear her down,
heartbreak is the worst sound.
maybe one day you will see,
she was hurt now just let her be.
her pain is all your fault,
every word you said was just another insult.
she cleans her wounds with a first aid kit,
so never be in an abusive relationship.

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