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Cry me a river as i melt through the drain Your love brought me nothing but bruised wrists, heart, and brain. So don't you dare leave me with these glow-in-the-dark scars.
Her face is like the midnight sky. The whites of her eyes are half moons, and the stars escape when she cries. I hope she doesn''t anytime soon, but I've tagged her with graffiti constellations,
She painted her face the way she painted her body, To cover the pain and tears he left behind. ~awatr
You taught me to fear You taught me to worry You taught me fake love You taught me to drink away the pain You taught me I was ugly and worthless
A moment of anxiety this is where your tightrope snaps So you have a choice To grab onto the rope and swing try to climb yourself with up the edge with all you've got bruise your knuckles on the rocks
Hidden in the shadows There’s nothing to see now For the soul of you is shallow And you don’t see how The wicked words you say
I do not wear lavender bruises of pain; blue laces my skin, reminiscent of the rain.
//Colours// The touch of a lover The brilliance of colour Oh, tell me how it feels To know that she calls You hers? You said to me, “She’s only trying
i am neck deep in you and not lightly but i am stuck almost like a red traffic light that refuses to change colors
The sunlight beams down on my bruised arm Bruises heal in the sunlight
You beat me, leaving bruises on my skin.
I've seen bullying in my life, I've been on both sides. Some people say it's not the place to be, But I must say... "I just get off on the pain." - Now, it's been a while,
We was arguing again, My parents and I, They locked me in my room, He left a bruise on my thigh, She blacked my eye, It was over the dog, They said to blame it on a cousin,
walking out in the after glowthrown about in the drunk beyond,looking for my wandering doglaid out upon the ground. battle scars black and bluescratched up knees -all for you,that fence post did me in.
When one violin stands alone If it can’t play a chord, Then the string is plucked Until it breaks Snap
you look at her as if she is not one of your own, her man beats her up in front of you, her screams is your business, one day it was you who got beaten up, has same bruises, scratch marks as you,