Creative Diary

Why

You hit me, why do you hit me.

I won't say you hurt me,

Because hurt is something which you did to my heart,

When it was there, only for you to rip it apart.

So now, you cannot hurt me just hit me.

If hitting me, makes you love me,

Then I will take it,

Until my last breath.

I will come again,

So that you can hit me,

So that you can love me.

But, what went wrong?

Where is your love, which I long?

You hit me; I do what you command,

You still don't love me.

Why? What I didn't do for you?

I didn't scream, when you hit me.

I didn't beg, when you kicked me.

But I broke, I cried,

When you laughed at me.

Why do you feel the need to hit me?

Is it to make me respect you?

I used to respect and fear the ground you walked upon,

Now I fear you and cry for the ground beneath you.

I fear it will be my pen and I will not write again.

I fear it will be my canvas and I will not paint again

I fear, it will be my soul and I will not live again.