My wounds
My black eye
The abuse
Feels good now
Demolition with no tools
No hard hat
Sorry I fell out the window
Scarred me up really bad
Mind the sunglasses
I've been drinking alot
Just to survive
Underground fighting after work
I win some
Some I need stitches
Some I'm in the corner holding my doggy
Monsters in my closet under my bed
Listing me as insane
Self inflicted injuries
Steel door 3 walls
Locked in
I had to hang myself
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Author:
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Comments1
Incredibly powerful in its darkness it paints the picture of abuse in black eyes and broken bones, graphic and real it turns upon itself and finishes with the inevitable. Well written A fave
Good look thank you so
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