Shreds
im tired of cleaning the wounds that youve caused me to have
too many times have you beaten me down
and waited till i was okay to do it again.
your words are like knives
tearing my back and piercing my heart
the icy burns put me to torture
left alone and bleeding and screaming out why.
you smile and you smirk
cause you have all the power
youve sewn up my mouth with your claim as a saint
i cannot defend with my arms tied behind me
my legs crossed and dress as a proper young lady.
and your words cut into me
again
again.
not stopping until i am torn into shreds
lying on a bare floor
covered in blood stained remarks.
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