Fight Fight Fight

I sit in my room every night

trying to think "Why did we fight?"

you grabbed my hair then through me down 

Every punch and every hit

Kills my innerself 

I really just wanted to help

But most of all I needed to stand to defend who I am

I have a broken arm and a broken leg

The scars remain

and I think about it all the time 

okay?

Sometimes i feel like iIdeserve the pain

Emotions are hard to explain

for a girl like me

wanting to be okay