She
She made me cry.
She left a scar.
She hurt me every way possible.
She didn't mean to.
She didn't mean not to.
She still did.
She left.
She didn't give me a bandaid or a pain killer.
Not that I wanted either.
No. I did. I needed one bad.
But not from her.
She had hurt me enough
No one understands the feelings I feel
So sad, I cry
Needing a hug. But not wanting one
Wanting to laugh but not being ablpe to
The voice box broke in me along with other things
Wanting to leave this place. I can't
Can't hurt my family anymore than she did
She made me cry
She left a scar
She hurt me every way possible
She didn't mean to
She didn't mean not to
But that doesn't change that she did
But I have a new one
Who cares more
Who loves harder
Who listens a lot
Who actually wants to
So then I smile
and try to look forward
not knowing what's ahead
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