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I pick up the phone to hear a familiar voice to hear a voice of somebody i love that only hurts me tonight i will spend another night with a handful of tears because he never understands that his most simplest words hurt like chards of glass because he doesn't care to see what i really am unhappy because i'm an object a play thing and i don't even cross his mind as much as he is in mine every single day and night he is all i think of because i thought i was his world and he was mine but i'm j...

How I’m still broken Even though he said he would never do it again How I ate up the lies In hopes that it’d fill up all the emptiness How his words mean more to me Than all that glitter and gold I remember how he called me baby Baby, baby, baby Called me beautiful, his world That he’d never ever do it again Give me another chance baby I’ll make it all right His actions pierced my skin And it continues to bleed on See the tears Trickle down This battered face Porcelain pale All black inside A...

How I’m still broken Even though he said he would never do it again How I ate up the lies In hopes that it’d fill up all the emptiness How his words mean more to me Than all that glitter and gold I remember how he called me baby Baby, baby, baby Called me beautiful, his world That he’d never ever do it again Give me another chance baby I’ll make it all right His actions pierced my skin And it continues to bleed on See the tears Trickle down This battered face Porcelain pale All black inside A...

I want you And that picture perfect dream With road trips across the country Introducing ourselves as Mr. and Mrs. Happy With Mansion houses on white picket fence streets Two car garage With a white mail box to match Dinner at seven, in bed by ten Wet floors, followed with the message "Honey my water just broke" Because baby number two is on the way…then three Then we've got that family of five With gleaming smiles stretching from ear to ear and porcelain faces As we walk, your hand in mine C...

There is a ring on my hand. Given to me by a man. That was lost. Who swallowed me whole. And spat me out, completely changed. And not a kid anymore. With hair that smells of cigarettes And mouth to match. Daddy, did you ever think that I would grow up. Only to smoke the same brand as you? Only to wake and wish of death over life. And to see Mommy in the kitchen. With Johnny Walker and a new scar? For only me to see, before she covers it up. In time to make an impression. Hello world. You mean...