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Damn, I don’t know where to begin,

But I must have committed a huge sin,

To be treated the way I am,

No one truly gives a damn.



No one would care if I was to die,

At my funeral, no one would cry.

That is, if anyone even came,

No one even knows my name.



He calls me sweetheart or baby,

He must have forgot my name or maybe,

It’s because he doesn’t want to get confused,

And say someone else’s name, I’m fucking used.



He needs something and he call’s me,

Thinking I’m a slut, I’ll do it for free.

I’m sick and tired of his bullshit,

I’m fucking through with him and it.



He’s IMing me to get off quick,

Hoping I know how to do the trick.

Not even stopping to think,

Then he wonder’s why I’m driven to drink.



Saying he love’s me and he’ll always be there,

He must believe I’m stupid, I swear,

Thinking I believe that shit,

Thinking I’m falling for it.



I know how people are,

I also know they leave a scar.

They make you fall for them,

They lead you to believe you’re a gem.



Telling you, you’re so pretty,

Then making you feel, you need their pity.

Making you feel dirty and low

Do they care? “NO, NO, NO!!”



Just wanting to take care of their need,

Not caring if it’s making you bleed,

Up, inside deep, in your heart.

They don’t care if they’re tearing you apart.





All they want is you and a fuck,

It leaves you thinking, “Oh, just my luck.”

You thought you could have found your guy,

And he acts like he never wants you to die.



He thinks everything is fine,

He says, “Baby, I love you, please be mine.”

Not knowing he’s the one holding the knife,

Twisting it in your heart, slowly, taking your life.