He used her,
then treated her
like a stranger.
He gave her a cold stare.
She knew he never really did care,
but the sad part of her story,
wasn't the things that were gory.
Like the blood and the scratches,
or knives and matches.
It was the pain that became bearable.
The fake smile that was wearable,
and the fact that she's been hurt so much
that she will flinch under a gentle touch.
She was hurt and needed to be confined,
but she hid it under the words "I'm fine."
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