Broken Life
I sat at the corner of confusion and pain
Trying to scrub out the everlasting blood stain
I began to feel dizzy and my arms were wearing out
Tears ran down my face and I wanted to shout
But I knew no one would hear my cries
Or acknowledge my never ending sighs
The hole in my heart began to leak again
And I wanted to faint from the loss of oxygen
I hated the world and all the men in it
For breaking my heart and spinning on it
Why couldn’t he just love me without demands
And stop wondering where he could put his hands
The only thought he had was to get into my pants
And complained that I went on too many rants
He lied continuously without remorse
Telling me that all of it was part of the course
I had this addiction to him I couldn’t ignore
For some reason I kept going back for more
But then he left me at the corner of confusion and pain
With nothing but an everlasting blood stain
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