You’re reaching out Hand gripping my heart Beating faster and harder Trying to get away But you’re too strong And I have to endure Tearing at my flesh Smiling as I cry Wash my blood from your hands So you can pretend I don’t exist Go back to being the nice guy You leave I wait anxiously Sew up the wound you left Pray that was the last time But it never is When I see you coming I don’t fight back Leave the door open To prove I can take it Why me? There's blood on my fresh white sheets No longer by your side for I've been ruined You put it there You hit me until I bled Why am I the one locked up On our dirty bed Good for nothing but this You can’t let your friends or family know My scars and bruises are from you But you leave You find someone clean With perfect white sheets
this is just incredible. your writing is truly just so very powerful
Thank you so much! ❤️
you’re most welcome! cant wait to read more 🥰
oh thank you 🥰
The feeling I remember from reading this... Different symbols, but I'm drawn to the white sheets too.
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Wow. ❤️🩹
thankyou ❤️