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| She was what broke my heart was what made me cry did things things that made me hate myself left scars I can’t erase She would lock me in the bathroom and throw me in cold water She even took razors to my skin to show me what was real She reminded me that he didn’t love me made me do nothing at all She tied me to the bed when I wanted to go She sewed my mouth shut when I wanted to speak She reminded me of the past and said the future was dark told me that my faith wouldn’t save me and all I could do was die like the poet I was. And even now she shows me things things that would make your lover cry Why did she do these things? did she hate me too? I remember things about her She was sadder than me made me cry because she was so hurt She was pretty like me She was darker than me She was just a little farther off the edge than me And it seemed all she wanted to do was push me push me off the edge God how she hated me then and how I hate her now But it’s all just self-hate since I’ve hurt myself so bad. |