Blonde Bleached Hair

the words spill out onto the page

stabbing knives pierce my bleeding heart

anger, i'm furious, an outrage

he struck me hard, like a dart

it was full of poison and deciet

he hit so quickly, so fast

i couldn't even move my feet

did he know i was hurt?

or did her even care?

all the other girls flirt

with their blond bleached hair

The End

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