Ow
How it hurts
The pain
The bruises
The hurt
The ashes
Of that that could have been
But isn't
Of what could have happened
But can't
Oh how it hurts
Not only the actions
But the words
Hearing it everyday
Your useless
An idiot
Nobody cares about you
Your unloved by everyone
You are better off dead
Then come the blows
The words keep running like a broken faucet
But sadly
So do the blows
First a stick
The a belt
And don't forget the punches
And kicks
And slaps
All leaving either cuts
Or bruises
All causing pain
And once it's all over
Not only are you in physical pain
But are also utterly destroyed
On the inside
The pain
It's so strong
You pray for death
But no
You can't show the enemy defeat
You get back up
And wait
Till it all starts over again
YOU ARE READING
Just Me and My Crazy Thoughts
PoetryHello, this is my first time with working with watt pad. Or even publishing my work. And just a heads up, this is not boring poetry. I promise, but it is very expressive. So read at your own risk.
