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I cried for you, but what was it for?

You left me with my blood sprayed on the floor

I tried to repair all the pain that you start

But the blood just kept flowing from the hole in my heart

I made it known that I wouldn't be your b***h

Because I couldn't mend the stitch after stitch

I showed the world that I'm not your toy

I'm not the weak person you tried to destroy

I screamed it out, F**K ALL THAT YOU ARE!!

I'm not the trapped insect you held in a jar

I blanked you out and never to return

I left the battle butchered, and burned

I left the problem that was eating at me

I left you, now you leave me