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Complete Disgrace
As I bring hot hands across your face,
I hope you think that you’re a complete disgrace.
And as I push you to the ground,
I warn you not to make a sound.
If you tell someone, then expect to die.
I’ll make sure no-one’s around to hear your cry.
I call you stupid, slut, whore – ‘cause that’s what you are.
You’re bad, good-for-nothing, you’ll never make it far.
I take the hammer, now I’m getting pissed.
How dare you ever want to cut your wrist?!?
Get offline NOW, quit saying shit!
No one will ever believe you’re really hit.
I pound your back, get all my anger out.
I love you a lot and you should never doubt.
You’re really ugly, selfish, mean, and fat.
Eating Disorder proves all of that.
Now my feet are kicking your chest.
So sorry if this hurts your breasts.
A bruised rib there and a fractured shin.
Stay away from docs, ‘cause lying’s a sin.
I hit your head now like I’m pounding nails.
A good concussion never hurts or fails.
And if you think that I’m to blame:
That’s pathetic! You should be ashamed.
You run away so you can save yourself.
Don’t you know you’re responsible for your health?
Hop on a plane to NY state and hope to God I do not follow.
Live day to day, worried about when you come home tomorrow.
© I.S.A.D, November 2001
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