I Understand

Wolves

All I need is to be free

From these wolves

That Rip into my skin,

Tearing my frail body into shreds.

To get to the good part.

But to their inconvenience,

There is no good part.

It all rotted away

A long time ago.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Not really anything new.

"Please. I don't have what you're looking for. Please, just stop".

These words seeming meaningless

As they continue to

Cut deep wounds into my flesh.

I beg and plead for them to stop

But they never hesitate

To tear yet another decent chunk of skin

Off my now weak body.

I guess you don't always get what you want.

You get what you deserve..