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You don't scare me, mister. The way you threw me to the floor. Ran me through your fingers, Like sand and broken pieces of myself.
A viper can choose, consciously, how much venom to release with each encounter, as if he knows which birthdays to forget and which biting remark
To the one who took my life from me: The way my nightmares used to speak I thought it would be in screams and in shouts.
Dear Abusive Boyfriend, Dear Binder, Three-in-Five Three-in-Five Three. In. Five. I was part of three-in-five. I was with him for One year and three months. One year and three months.
It's crazy what i did for love You put me in a box that kept getting smaller. and smaller. and smaller. Instead of breaking out, I curled up and made myself smaller. and smaller. and smaller.
You saved me, you know? From the fighting and the arguing. The late night liquor runs and the drugged up loving. I grew up in that house; the one filled with screams, a shaking roof, and broken glass.
Two trees stood side-by-side in serenity They were young oaks with full lives ahead of them They were surrounded by other young trees of many kinds They had no idea of the fate that would befall them
I love you with everything I have, you make me smile. You t ake everything I a m. You make me feel so in love, so beautiful.
She always gave you second chances;Always said she’d let it go,Let it slide this time,But I guess that’s whatYou do when you’re in control.But you really ought toLet your pupil know
He told me, "Put down the cigarette,"
She looks up from the porcelain sink to see the reflection of a girl. Her face is drained of color and her lips tremble.
He used to tell me that I wasn't good enough. He used to hurt me, but on the outside I just played along. I never looked in the mirror and liked what I saw. I put scars on my skin, like he etched on my heart.
When I make him angry He grabs onto my wrists And rips me apart With his white-knuckled fists But I’ll cover it up So the bruises won’t show And Brandon can stay happy Because he’ll never know
Heaven's Fall You're driving home, darkness close behind, this sleazy solace so painfully unkind.