It’s the moments that last forever

Even when they’ve past

My fingers are burning with passion

It’s painful the way I want to write about it

But it always comes out too woe is me

All people feel is pity for the ways I bleed

I never wanted that

As I’m staring at my bruised legs and calloused hands

I remember the moment that I thought I could change something

I was brainwashed and stuck

Becoming the women I wanted to save

I wanted to change something

But all I have is a sad fucking story and handprints on my ass