Please stop.
It hurts.
Please.
You have laid no hand on my flesh yet you have broken my skin.
With your words you bring a knife to flesh.
With your eyes you brought me pain.
Your words are branded in my skin for anyone who sees, knows who they should see.
Please.
Stop.
Your hurting me.
I may not be intelligent like you, but please it hurts.
Stop.
I know that I am a nuisance in your life, but please.
Stop.
It hurts.
The red leeks from the artery and onto the floor.
It stains the carpet.
One more mistake that I have brought.
Your words no longer hurt me, but they kill me.
Look what you did.
Are you proud?
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Poems
PoetrySome poems I think of on the spot! Read the latest ones! This book has been on here for almost 5 years so writing styles have changed for the better.
