Lashed and wiped, Beaten and ripped.
Flesh hanging off of sharp metal.
My tears seem to bleed
Hands hold the wounds
You meant it when you swore.
If I went I wouldnt make it to the door.
Now you are yelling
Once again this is my fault
I am the one to blame
Your foot feels heavy on my throut
Asking me why I made you do this.
I don’t know
With teary eyes you look away.
In sight of hand I see the blade
You race across the room.
My blood dripping off of you.
Lights color the walls
There here for you
I scream in laughter’s terror
Apparently my humor was not need.
I felt another kick in my bruised side.
Yelling and screaming going on about me.
It’s too late I know it.
Laughing with my tears
Can this be for real
I was never to be like them
After the first hit I was suppose to walk away
Now here I am
Lying on this cold floor.
My legs are numb
Hearing a crash from the distance
I scream in fright
A bang rings out about the room
Men rush in, I beg not to touch me
They hall me off fast
Each bump feels like the last
Still in mind this wasn’t meant to be,
It wasn’t supposed to happen to me.
{Writers note: This is just the seond of who knows how many parts to this poem and once again I have to state THIS IS JUST A POEM. Thank you Dusty~}
