Harmed

November 15, 2017

I fell too hard and I hit the ground.

Nothing can save me now.

He's in my head and I'm spinning dizzy now.

Singing of horrible things like sweet nothings.

Put it into my head that I'll never be good enough for him to stay.

Speaks of a sweet escape that I should try.

Something he says will rid him from my mind.

It helps for a second, but then I'm back to him in my head.

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