Us Girls

I end up loving people who won’t fight for me.

Girls like us only know pain

We know the turning against our family

The isolation of friends

We know constantly saying “don’t tell ___ or I’m dead”

We know what happens when we speak out

Our opinion becomes I’m sorry.

Our sorrys become change.

Your sorrys never come with change,

You say things you know will cause pain

Then blow up about how we are immature for crying.

We know you do the same shit over and over again

Yet we keep coming back.

 

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