The next day
everything
was normal.
You laughed at me
and kicked me
and punched me
and hit me
and I cried
and screamed
and cut.
Basically
it was
a normal day.
I can't help
but wish
that maybe I was wrong
and that maybe
you actually
had a heart.
Apparently,
it was taken
a while ago.
Or maybe
you never even had one.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding
Teen FictionYou punch me. You hit me. You laugh at me. You call me a bitch. You say i'm a slut . You tell everyone i'm fat. You smile when I cry. And yet, I can see it in your face. You don't want to hit me. You don't want to punch me. You don't want to laugh a...
