bridgette Overdose - Abuse

The blood I shed.
Is cold and red.
The bruises you led.
Thats not what I said.
the way I bled.
How my tears fled.
My blood stained bed.
It hurts my head.
I havent been fed.
I daily shed.
So I'm left now and I'm led
Off to a new start but with left regret.
I cant believe it, You were so nice when we met.
But you put me to fret.
I guess this is what good people let.
I can't ever forget.
The way you left me in the rain, cold and wet.
For the ambulence to come, so I have to bet
On something new, like leaving on a jet.
To a place, where everyone has met.
Nobody worries about animals and just pet.
But the way my life is going, this won't be let.
Honestly is this what I get?

bridgette Overdose

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