gutted

you keep poking and prodding at me with thorns, prick, prick, prick! and its only left a stinging, certain tingling in my body, one that has been replaced with dread. you had gutted me through and through leaving nothing more than a pile of cold sharp rocks, to replace the beautiful life i once had -- to remind me of the torture you bestowed upon me why have you deemed me to a life of misery and hate? i could have tried screaming, but nothing wouldve came out, a lump had formed in my throat and i couldnt breathe any longer i felt tears prick my eyes as i had to sob quietly, the thorns seemed to prick all over my body, you had left me gutted, hollow, lifeless.