Amanda Burns
Blood On The Angel's Thigh
"You look like an angel", you lie
I smile and I cry
As you try so hard to forget
Who I am on the inside
While using and bruising my outside
I fight forbidden battles
I cry all alone
I wonder if you ever think of me
When you’re all alone
Are you ever sorry
Have you ever truly cared
Red wrists, blood smeared thigh
But I'm your little angel
For keeping quiet
Do you know I’d hoped
That you would send me flowers
Or even a letter
Just to pretend that I actually matter
You chose to hide me away
Ashamed in the shadows
While you play games
It’s sure dark in here
But I can’t complain as long as I let you
What I believed was love was merely lust
And I have nothing to compare it to, only you
You taught me how to take the blame
To be a slave and hide in shame
It's my fault for letting you kiss me, touch me
And I was a fool to think you could actually love me
I’m sick of loosing sleep over you
Of being afraid of what I might say
But you keep pulling me back
By bruised wrists
To kiss the blood on the angel's thigh.
by Amanda M. Burns