She
She was saving herself
But one night she was taken
Ever since then
Her hands haven’t stopped shaking
She walks into class
Her head held low
Everybody laughs
And calls her a hoe
She works from nine to five
Gets home and sits on the sofa
She hears the baby cry
And knows her job isn’t over
She has dreams
He never cared about those
He comes home angry at night
She goes to bed with a bloody nose
Her life was full of pain
So she went to the medicine cabinet
Swallowed all those pills
I wish someone could have stopped it
She ran away
From the life she was given
She couldn’t save herself
And see that life is worth living.
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