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Never Again

Mascara tears rolling black down my face.
Make-up can't cover this.
Buises and welts are fresh.
You know that as soon as your friends see me, they'll know.
Play it off like an accident or a game.
"She fell down the stairs again."
But you can tell from the look in their eyes, that this won't happen again.
Slit wrists can sink ships, that might be your only way out.
They won't let you lay another finger on me.
I hope this made you happy, seeing me crying there, clutching myself and bleeding on the floor.
This isn't what I wanted, and this isn't what I planned.
So tonight while you're out getting drunk with that so called "friend" of yours...oh whats-her-face.
Your friends will be here, moving me out and somewhere safe.
Your friends will be waiting for you when you get home with her.
And your friends will make sure this never happens again.

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Pantera.....Manorexic....&& option #4

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  • Perdix
    July 2, 2007
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    Good poem

    Abuse of any discription should not be tolerated by a decent society

    all the best

    perdix

  • EpicFailure
    June 18, 2007

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    This is amazing, I love it!, I mean, I completely hate the fact that some guys are such weaklings that they have to hit on women, it's nothing more than a sign of weakness, and I'm already guessing this is somewhat around the song "Face Down", which I immediately loved once it came out, but anyways, very nice write, and I'm glad you got help out of this type of situation

  • in.with.a.bullet
    June 17, 2007

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    brillaint poem i know a friend whos mums bf abused the hell out of her n her mum stood bak n did nothing n me n my friends got her out of their and now shes happy and she lives with me awsum poem keep it up


    • Manorexic
      June 17, 2007

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      my ex hit me one time before his friends beat the sh*t outta him for laying a finger on me...and from that day forward they decided that it was their job to look out for me...and I like it that way