Why did you do this?
You’re such a beautiful young girl
but you disagreed
and decided to show why

You drank far too much
He left the mark of his love
as a bruise upon your face
A black-eye is not a rose...

You threw up on yourself
You have had far too much
But you say it’s not enough
It’s never enough
No, it is never enough

You cut your wrists
as you looked at upon the gardens
where you found your true love
You almost bore a child
but the Gods, they disagreed
A miscarriage of your life

Don’t die on me
I need you more than ever
As your blood runs cold
The phone rings
with his apology
But the bruises he left
they still ache

The End

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