beat me down again,
that's what your good at,
trash me once more,
it makes you feel better.
thrash me around some,
it might end your anger streak,
slice my heart out,
you've already broken it.
take my emotions by the head,
and rip it from my soul,
you've already make a crack,
might as well finish the job.
stab what's left of me,
and finish me off now,
Be the end of me,
it will be a better place afterwards.
Author notes
this poem is basically a relfection of me being obviously hurt from being rejected. (that's a duh) but it also is just another nail in the coffin (hahaha) to me mentally. and yeah.
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