End of Her Rope

To far away

To be reached

You’re to far

To hear me speak

Headed down

Annihilation

Completely ignoring self-preservation



Black and blue bruises

Divided by scars of distraction

Attracted to the intensity

The razor blade

Brings satisfaction

Your blood is dripping

Carrying away years of pain

You laugh to yourself

You have found revenge



Falling down

You curse those who care

Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

Blood soaks through your hair



Just go away

Let me die in peace

You weren’t there

The times I was hit

Burned, raped or cut

His loving words

Began and ended with

You fucking slut



He never let me leave



Go hit yourself

See how you bruise

Burn your own skin

Smell the flesh

Cut your wrists

Till blood runs free

Or rape yourself



Soon it’s respect you’ll lack

I have the last word

I’m dead now

And not coming back

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