Stabbed
They stabbed me in the back
Not with a knife but with their words
Ugly, stupid, worthless
A stab and another and another
You try to run from their attacks but there is no luck
They find you wherever you are hiding
You try to patch up your wounds
But they keep stabbing you again and again
You start to cry from all the pain
You are bleeding with the hurt and reality of this
This is your life now
You cover up your wounds but it’s too late
They finally won
They killed you
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