Wounded Soul


United States
33° 39' 52.2576" N, 112° 12' 9.486" W

Hit the mirror - watch it shatter
Not liking what you see
Blood running down your arm
Oozing like your broken heart
Empty inside - no friends outside
Why even bother trying
Shunned away from everything
You think you're suffocating
Judged based on looks – type of clothes
The way your hair is styled
Called a dyke a fag a whore
Wanting acceptance and love
You opened up - wounded again
Don't think that you can take this
A bullet to the skull
No need to hurt anymore

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