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…ABUSE… NO MATTER WHAT TYPE… ABUSE IS ABUSE, WHEN YOU’RE CAUGHT UP IN LOVE THERE’S NOT MUCH YOU COULD DO, IT DON’T MATTER WHAT KIND BECAUSE IT’S ALL THE SAME,
A 16-year-old died last night And he felt no Love Only the Darkness His life consisted of His mantra to the world Was, "Reveal the truth!" However when it came He sought to delude
I was born from drug addicted parents, but no one saw me. I father killed himself when I was at the age of two, but no one saw me. My mother was mentally ill and abusive, but no one saw me.
It was all one big jump back in time. And those bad people, All the bad they did, And there she was helpless. Doing what she do best. Taking "it"
Hannah was late coming home this evening. Traffic was slow and she had trouble leaving. Work was hard and she hadn't any time
Can you even hear him? Or do you block him out? Afraid of what he could say That would make you feel so proud... Do you even try now? To let him in your 'house'?
I see your bruises My Dear, I see your scars. You have been torn apart, Piece by delicate piece. I will try to sew you back together. Here is my needle, and here is my thread.
(poe Things weren’t always so simple for me Sitting on the playground and wondering why no kids would play with me