Where Pity Becomes Pride

And for this I should be ashamed,
Trying to find a way to get those pills into my brain
But things here lately haven't been the same-
I'm a different girl with the same fucking name.
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They looked right through me, past the red lights
The ones who held me up put me six feet beneath.
They chewed me up, little bites at a time,
Then spat me out like broken teeth.
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They tossed me out of the way,
Like a crumpled pack of cigarettes.
Left me alone with a gun and my shame
To deal with the best memories I'll ever regret.
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But I learned it too late!
The language of alone:
Bite your tongue till you deflate
And pretend that no one is home
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I met my grave where pity becomes pride,
Don't hope to see me on the other side
Here's to all the bruises I tried to hide
And the trauma, that you kicked into my spine.