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When it happens to you, you say oh god why me?
What did I do to ever pay this fee...
When it happens to other people you don't seem to care.
Of course, you never even knew that they were there.
You never thought it would happen to you.
2 out of 6, those are the lucky few.
Then the tv tells your pathetic little story, they say how sad, they say poor thing.
But to you, it means nothing, just a little slut getting what she deserves.
A short skirt, a shirt too tight, walking alone was a smart thing to do that night.
It doesn't matter if you give a fight, they control you, your theirs for the night.
You walk home covering up, and crying, but inside it feels as if you were dying.
To take something so precious away, but it's too late he's already had his way.
And in your mind repeats "It's your fault you dressed like a slut!"
It messes your mind up for the rest of your life, how sad to have to cut to feel good, oh god I wish I could understand this, but why me?
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Why me?

Contributed by addicted2selfharm on Tuesday, 19th October 2004 @ 11:52:31 AM in AEST
Topic: toughstuff

When it happens to you, you say oh god why me?
What did I do to ever pay this fee...
When it happens to other people you don't seem to care.
Of course, you never even knew that they were there.
You never thought it would happen to you.
2 out of 6, those are the lucky few.
Then the tv tells your pathetic little story, they say how sad, they say poor thing.
But to you, it means nothing, just a little slut getting what she deserves.
A short skirt, a shirt too tight, walking alone was a smart thing to do that night.
It doesn't matter if you give a fight, they control you, your theirs for the night.
You walk home covering up, and crying, but inside it feels as if you were dying.
To take something so precious away, but it's too late he's already had his way.
And in your mind repeats "It's your fault you dressed like a slut!"
It messes your mind up for the rest of your life, how sad to have to cut to feel good, oh god I wish I could understand this, but why me?

Copyright © addicted2selfharm ... [ 2004-10-19 11:52:31]
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Re: Why me? (User Rating: 1 )
by Catalina on Tuesday, 19th October 2004 @ 05:37:35 PM AEST
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That was something real & I know that feeling... I wrote not too long ago on my experience with that... It's not something you ask for because of how you act or dress... It happens to the girl in a sweatsuite or the lady in her scrubs on the way home from work... It comes down to this, wrong time & wrong place... You never see it coming because you feel it can't happen to you...

Re: Why me? (User Rating: 1 )
by clotti on Wednesday, 20th October 2004 @ 12:44:01 PM AEST
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true emotion is hown here, a really harrowing write, they have no right to take something like that away from you, whatever you look like or act like that shouldnt make a difference, to cut to make a person feel good about themselves is a sad concept but one many go through it is sad that we have to result to such measures, i know myself, if there wasnt expericences like this then maybe we wouldnt feel the need to cut

Re: Why me? (User Rating: 1 )
by Doriens_Picture on Thursday, 21st October 2004 @ 10:51:03 PM AEST
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wow again you are really a brilliant writer and your emotions are not yours alone i can relate to this i can

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