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What Keeps Her Sane.

She Lay Alone, Jaded And Broken.
She Thought They Belonged Together.
She Thought He Could Makes Things Right.
She Thought That She Deserved The Bruises & Scars.

She was Worthless Wasn't She?
No One Wanted Anything To Do With Her, She Didn't want Anything To Do With Herself .
She Was Ugly Wasn't She?
She Punished Herself For Her Own Image In The Mirror.
Inside And Out She Was Bleeding & Dying.

Crimson Tears Fell From Her Arms.
Her Body Was Crying, Because Her Eyes Were Too Tired To Care Anymore.
He Didn't Love Her, He Served To Cause Her Pain.
He Stayed In Her Hand, Mocking Her.
She Screams At Him And Throws Him Weakly Against The Wall.

They Won't Be Apart For Long.
She Loves Him.
He Is All That Is Left Of Her Sainity.
Poem by Petite_Pixiii