Walking into the arms of the devil,
Wishing for the tears to stop falling,
For her to stop feeling,
For her heart to stop beating.
Walking into her home no longer safe,
The one place that should be,
An add on to all the other places that aren't.
Misunderstood,
Misguided,
Forgotten,
Unneeded,
Unwanted,
The ponders when it all went wrong,
But there are too many,
To many times.
She walks into the arms of the devil,
With no memories in mind,
Blood stained arms,
And hands that are in mine.
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