come to me

I hate myself
She mutters
As she slams the bedroom door
She prays that he’ll be different
But he’s the same as before
All the names and lies and chants
Bitch
Slut
Whore
She hides her eyes and cries and cries
She can’t take much more
And in her brain there is ongoing
An unending war
Tearing her piece by piece
And all she wants
Is for him to open up
The door

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