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So Sometimes i just wish i could pour out my heart to you

But you have a nice dress, and the blood doesnt match the blue

Maybe ill just leave a puddle on the chair

Just to see if anyone cares

My tear jar will never run dry,

because every night i cry

Praying to die

Its not me, Its you

And all the torment you put me though



Everyone has scar'ed me,but you keep comming back

Carving untill its too deep to see

You open and shut the door

Out of our mouth comes more and more

My hearts been bruised and cut

Now its just so sore



I dont know how much more i can take

Before my heart falls, hits, shatters and breaks

And i overreact

Doing something i cant take back

Now im the one resting in the cell

And yet this is heaven, compared to your toybox of hell



Justice is a funny thing

you beat, raped and ruined my mind

And yet i do one little thing to you

And now your the crying broken one, black and blue



But my heart and mind are so broken

OH GOD, OH GOD IF YOU ONLY KNEW

how everyword i write feels so true