Bloods pouring from my veins
Hearts a pounding going insane
Eyes demented looks derandged
God cant help me
I'm under a new persons rein
Angry words cursing God
Beat till death should do us part
He took my life and made it S*! +
First the pushes now the hits
I thought he loved me
When he said I do
Now hes angry
At everything I do
Every bruise and scar that show
Makes it easier to realize what I now know
He didn't love just wanted power
And he was gettin stronger by the hour
So I decided one last thing
I take the razor
Hold it strong
The coldness of it
Bites my palm
Pain erupts from the cuts
Razor making deeper ruts
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