Bruised.

By murderedhearts_bloodofevil2

I was always nice to you,
but you didn't care.
You'd kick me and beat me,
and throw me by my hair.
I screamed and cried, 
but that only aroused you.
I tried to fight back, 
but you laughed like you always do.
I knew I couldn't win,
and maybe that's what stopped me. 
You kept torturing me, 
and you wouldn't let me be.
You murdered my heart,
and now I die.
I hate myself now,
so I sit down and cry.
Life is pointless now, 
but I can't get away.
I will find a way to die,
but before I do, you must pay.

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Copyright 2020 murderedhearts_bloodofevil2
Published on Wednesday, July 29, 2020.     Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

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