laying in the glass
you have left me alone
crying on the cold and bloody floor
the woman on your celphone
is the reason you left me
you threw a glass at me
it shatterd and went into my skin
i didnt have time to flee
i just shouted "YOU WIN"
you would hit me all the time
you would leave bruises
i always said i was fine
you would go on expensive cruises
i always felt left out
you would call me by other names
you would hit me if i would pout
you said they were games
my skin is bloody
my eyes are dry
my clothes are muddy
i can not cry
im laying in glass
just laying here
hoping to die
Robin-chan
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