Not a knife , but his fist

by endswithgoodbye   Nov 6, 2006


The cuts fade away
But nothing will make her forget that day
The day she lost her mind
Realizing the truth , that she had been so blind
She let it carry on far past a little while
Hid it with the makeup and too fake smile
She knew it was the wrong thing to do
But the only way of getting through this that she knew
Sick is how she feels looking at the scars
Not believing she let it get so far
He's just another boy she thinks
Not worth these tears and many drinks
But her heart just won't listen to the brain
Listen to the reason meant to keep her sane
Because for him she gave her heart
And waited patiently as he tore it apart
This boy was everything she had
Right down to the memories , good and bad
The marks on her wrist
Not from a knife , but his fist
The bruises near her eye
Matching the ones he left on her thigh
It sickens her to realize she misses him now that she's gone
That after all she's been through , she still believes his con
For even though he would have been the death of her
She just can't help but love the one who hurt her

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