Bleed
Posted on Feb 12, 2007
Slash my wrists and make me bleed,
give me the desire that I need.
Please don't make me beg and plead,
Because my soul needs to be freed.
This hurting is killing my soul,
My innocence is what you stole.
I guess your goal
Was to make me walk this painful stroll.
Power is what you needed,
Even though I pleaded.
You still proceeded,
This nightmare has exceeded.
You kicked me to the floor,
And my body is what you explored
You did this once before,
You said I was your Little Whore.
You thought this was fun,
Although the hurting just begun.
You plus rape equals pain by the tons,
This time you won.
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