Rainy Days [Poetry]

Human Tool

you look at the whip and cry
you look at the belts and sigh

you don't want to feel this pain
this utter, numbing pain
it eats you up
and breaks you apart inside

yet you crave for it
you crave for it to be real
if this is what being a wife is like
surely, it can't be all that surreal

because the women
at the market have them too
whip lashes over their arms
and a stiff smile that is like steel

they seem to be happy
they carry out activities
just like they always do
and when you look into their eyes
you wonder if it's just you

because the pain is so harsh
that to it you're becoming immune
you don't know why it's addicting
to be treated like a human tool

but it's your life and you accept it
you are a broken piece that won't fit
so you try not to act like a fool
you just lie and pretend to stay true

after all,
you are just a human tool
and that's all you'll ever be
no one will ever care for you.
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is this sensitive  ?? sorry if it is! the ending is also kind of awkward but hopefully it wasn't too bad. the first two lines kind of came to me and i wanted to try writing about it? apologies if it's awful / not representative of things, i won't mind taking it down :"))) have a wonderful day or night ahead! please talk to someone if you ever need it - your words are valid and you matter. take care! <3