Hurt,
I am hurt,
Hurting.
They say, I needed to be fixed.
They hurt me.
They say, I was fine,
They say many things,
They hurt,
They rip the bandaid off my heart, again, and again.
They hurt me,
The break me into millions of pieces, like fragile glass, and don't pick me up.
They hurt me,
Like a needle piercing my skin, over and over.
I bleed, from their hurt.
Never-ending bleeding,
I bleed out.
Glass, and needles around me.
