Since the day you came
I lived in pain.
Every cut to my wrist
Is one more thing to add to the list.
Ever tear I shed
Is one more beating to my head.
Its like every I go
You come up with something more.
And I'm tired of this
There's not a day I'll miss,
When I run on my own,
Away from this danger zone.
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-Scarlet Young
