Human Punch Bag Never Good Enough
Hate me
Berate me
Despise me
Deeply hurt me
Traumatise me
Use me
Ridicule me
And brutalise me
Hit me
Kick me
punch me
Reject me
Stamp and dance on my grave
And have a rave
Squeeze every molecule of happiness
From my wretched soul
Poke me in the eye
And stab me until I die
I am despicable
Forgettable
Unwanted
Unloved
Useless
Cursed to be born
This is how you make me feel
This life mine and real
I sleep and when I awake
The nightmare begins again
My heart so full of pain
So lonely and lost
Death a welcoming beckoning friend
Can't take any more,
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2015
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