#374
#374
It's never mattered
That she's shattered
She is too sensitive
With nothing to give
Just a waste of space
To be put in her place
And all the trauma
That's just drama
It was never that bad
Not like others had
There's no visible bruises
Everyone chooses
And she chose to stay
Nothing left to say
PTSD's a crock
Something to mock
Or ignore her every day
She'll eventually go away
rksmith
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