Right from Wrong

They called her slut and so much more.
All she tried to do was save someone she knew.
The girl had dropped her blade
She said, "my price isn't paid."

I picked up her burden
and made a mistake.
I bloodied my skin And that they couldn't take.
I hated me And this is where my Price had been Laid.

I had a broken heart after being thrown around.
I cut my skin and I flinched at every sound.
Blood on my body
And I left it to dry.

I carved things all over my skin.
My mom didn't care.
My dad didn't know.
How close I'd come to letting go.

A day A boy saw the blood.
He took my wrist
And me he had loved.
He had saved my life.

I hate him to no end.
I had cut my skin when I realized he was gone.
I loved him so much
But he taught me right from Wrong it the essence of his touch.