Why do you play with my heart so viscously?
Why drag it around like some sort of worthless doll?
Why push your emotional pins through and watch it bleed?
Why even fondle with such delicate possessions of mine?
Such precious things bleed from me in an invisible stream
Everything you do drains me
Slowly kills me
It knocks me back and forth like a game of tennis
And I try to get up each time
But soon I shall remain motionless
Why push me?
Why pull me?
It’s like you are driving me towards the edge of a crumbling cliff edge
Soon it will break
Soon I will fall
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The Abuse Poems
PoetryA few poems which I made about abuse and self harm, which when I get time will grow from the one I have: The Blade
