How is it that,
When all is good,
I am bad,
And when all is bad,
I am good?

All those times you shamed me,
All those times you wouldn’t let be,
All those times you screamed and yelled,
All those times my heart you felled,
All those times you said I weren’t true,
All those times I loved you….

….I made a mistake

I'm already crippled, how much more pain can my shoulders hold!

I'm not fat, gravity just has more of an effect on me than other people!

Bloodied and torn,
From life's bitter twists,
She stands here now,
With red stains on her wrists.