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She lived a perfect life
Lovely home & a loyal wife.
And a night of storm; her world shook
No one even cared to have a look.
His nails undressing her pride,
His failure revealed his monstrous side.
Brown hair, blue eyes, bruised body, broken heart
And all the boys will tell her, her body’s a piece of art
Clothes will hide the scars, lies will hide the truth
Why should I slit my wrists and die,
When you already broke my heart and made me cry
You don't have any right to come back for me
How about you go die
You've done so much damage,
You ruined my life
Children, babys, hit, abuse, stop. tears, ashes, blood, broken, you should get arrested
You were not a Monster
You were just a teen
Whose Crucible- whose Pain
You kept discreet
You come from generations
To children they See-not Hear
Should problems these sentient Toys befell
In the beginning it was like all nice and romantic almost like a dream
I felt like I was in a fairy tale like it wasn't real
And for me I should have known that it was too good true
Aggressive, Unpredictable, Violent...
attacking people on the streets, hurting newborns in their sleep,
almost as if I'm a creep!
I never meant to hurt you, but that's what society expects me to do,
