My bleeding heart,
Dies with my soul,
I know that some how this will help me grow,
But how?,
I do not know.
My decreasing self esteem,
Seems to suppress me,
I wish he would just caress me,
That would be the best for me,
But I know it can never be,
As long as I am me.
My crying eyes,
Sting like a flame,
All because they called me lame,
They thought it was a game,
But it made me feel so ashamed,
And they are the ones to blame.
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