A Poem

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last year,

same as always...

always been a good girl

but i once ran in the hallways.

how was i to know that

nothing coulda stopped it

now i gotta scar there

clear, white, scaly sh!t.

no one ever told me

abuse is bad but not me.

i always thought i could change

i tried but never got free.

now i sit alone, love.

my arm is bleeding on the floor.

why didnt they tell me?

what were they waiting for?

i close my eyes and sleep now,

knowing that the bleeding's done.

the anger has been rid of.

and now i am the only one.

the drugs are not inside me

they are out on my satin sheets.

i knew that i would never win.

self abuse has got me beat.