Pain

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A crack
Of a whip
Across my
Back.

One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Lashes

Pain
The worst
I have
Indured

Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Lashes

A scream
Tore itself
From my
Throat

The tip of
A knife dug
Into my
Skin
Pain
Exploding
Across my
Nerves

The heartbreak
Of loss
The treachery
Of betrayal

The red wells
Up as words
Cut into
My heart

Bitch
Bastard
Slut
Loser
Useless
Ugly

Every word
Leaves an
Imprint
Every word
Leaves me
Feeling
Helpless

Control
Can't control
The pain on
The inside
So I control
The pain
On the outside

A kind
Word
A whisper
Of a smile
That's all I
Ask

Is that such
A dreadful task?
Just something
To lessen my
Pain
Please

I feel it
Taking control
Turning my
Thoughts
Reverting me
To the most
Primal
Form of
Human life

I feel myself
Slipping
Away I beg
You can't
Help me

But there
Are many people
Like me. Who
Are slipping
Through the cracks
Of this world

A kind word
Can bring them
Back.
So help them
It's not late
I beg you
Help them

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