I=I T-T Abused T-T I=I

She takes the razor blade,
Takes one long last breath,
As her life starts to fade,
She writes "Fuck up.",
Brusies were printed on her legs and arms,
He drank to much, he lost his charm,
'He loves me' or so she thought,
More brusies printed on her eyes,
While she believes his lies,
'I'm sorry, I won't ever do that again.' he pleded,
Or so he said last week,
And she got more weak,
Until the point she was left to decay,
On that very sad day.