patchwork child

rose-colored glasses

dig your heel into my head
kick me through the ground
punch me hard
stab through my ribs
blood pools all around
i'll keep a smile and my glasses
rose-colored, how sweet
i'll play the role of pushover
you'll never hear a peep from me
tears rolling down my face
throat raw
bloodied body
laughter echoes
i ran away
a bruised heart beats inside
it loved too hard
it's tired now