(Verse 1)

Sitting in her room, just longing to be free

But the evil side of her mind, will not let her be

Years of torture and years of pain

Created the monster within her brain

And it won't leave

It was created long ago

From all the abuse that she received


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The abused child

Now an adult left like Jeckyl and Hyde

The woman is still stuck in the role of the child that she use to be

And the abuser in her mind keeps the treatment justified

Cause the woman attracts trouble wherever she goes rather it be in or outside

She stares at her wrist and the razor in her hand wanting to be free




Flowing down her skin


Maybe this time she'll be free and never have to deal with this no more again

Cause that bitch in her head makes her life a living hell

Got to keep things a secret, she was never allowed to tell

And as she watches the blood dripping onto the floor

She hopes that this hell won't go on any more

She wishes the past would let her be

But it won't leave her alone, the only way she feels free





(Verse 2)

I'm sorry to have to do this, but I can't take the pain

No one understands this situation and I'm always the one to blame

No matter if it was my doing or not never mattered at all

I got slapped and yelled at for any tear that would fall


"That's right" the voice said from within her mind

"That damn crying will get you in trouble every time"

"You probably won't get this right either, you can't do anything good enough anyways"

"Go ahead and try it, you'll mess up today"


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(Verse 3)

Do I have to hit those hands to make you understand?

What the hell don't you comprehend?

Get that through your head for the last time again

This is easy as hell, why didn't you do it all that well?

I swear you'll get the back of my hand


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Burgundy seemed like the only way out

Nobody knew the torment in her head


She says "If this is what my life is, I'd rather it be over instead"


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Well, she finally accomplished something

She finally did something exactly right

The neighbors found her body later on that night

And all those problems she was left with long ago

Matter no longer

As the people carried her casket through the snow


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This poem is about: 
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