A wolf and its sheep
I look at the scars and I see his face
The blood shapes out the man
The man who ruined me
He took his needs and forgot mine
Breathe hot and eyes closed
Clothes off and sweat dripping down
You ignored my screams
You made me take the blade
Destroying my body
Destroying the body you once used
You wanted what I feared
How could you live with yourself?
You made an 8-year-old cut herself
And a 12-year-old hurl
You were the man I called friend
How could I be so stupid?
You asked me to play a game
And made me a puppet
I was held up by strings
And played with
Whispering sweet things
Your breath hot on my ear
Your hands like cactuses
On the once plain skin
I took the red paint and drew
I drew till you didn’t want me
Till you looked at my body with disgust
Till I was nothing but one of your thrown out toys
I wonder how many girls suffered before this
Was I your only doll?
Or were there others?
Maybe I was the only perfect one
Following every demand
Running around like a lost puppy
Forced to stay quiet
Hushed when someone asked for help
You call yourself a man
When your just a user
A wolf waiting for its sheep
The look in your eyes when you first saw me
You expect me to forgive you
For all the tears and all the pain
I can’t forgive a man
Who made me what i am today
Beautiful skin was cost because of you
I hate you
I hope you suffer more than me
I want you to feel what i did
For i have no more to say
Just know
I will never forget that feeling
Goodbye
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