*Hurting Me*
Looking out the window
staring with blindness
eyes are sore and bleeding
cant figure out why you do this.
Screaming through the pain
letting you hurt me from inside
words are cutting through my skin
you still do it through all my cries.
With all the hate you shout at me
all the bruises scared for life
i still stand tall in front of you
letting you know i aint dieing without a fight.
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