If one heart breaks too many times, the outcome is severe,

This is my first-hand account, and why I’m standing here.

I was not protected, believed, comforted or heard

To expect I’d rally differently, or better is absurd.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Creating demons, and inflicting scars

Never showing me affection, and rarely being kind

Really does a number on a child’s simple mind.

I slid a razor over my skin, the first time when I was six

The cuts have healed just fine, mental anguish fucking sticks

The problem is, the six year old, you tortured has grown up

Turns out I can be loved Frances,

so I filled my own cup

You mean nothing to me Frances.

Hey Ivan, fuck you too!

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