the scars are on my arms
the tears are on my shirt
the blood is dripping down
my knees are in the dirt
abuse is what i turn to
abuse i cannot feel
but then the next day comes
and the abuse is shown so real
the abuser is a girl
a girl about my age
trying to live through life
through a thick metal cage
she's the one to blame
the one who tears me down
the one who bleeds my blood
and knocks me on the ground
the one who twists my words
the one who steals my breath
the one who is to blame
for slowly bringing death
you said the abused
is never to blame
for having to deal
with this torture and pain
but what if there's a sick ending
what if your words were wrong
because you see, the abused
was the abuser all along...
A contest entry
- Seeping Tears, bleeding Fears by fairytalelovestory.
975 points, ended March 19, 46 entries
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