Whip my mind brutally with your harsh words.
Each sentence creates more bleeding flesh.
Peel the skin back with your words and bleed me dry.
Perhaps this way you'll see the inner workings of my mind
When you are finished I will be left raw, bleeding emotions.
I will not show you tears of blood, I will not cry.
Beat me verbally till I am bruised and broken.
My mind will heal and scars will make it numb.
I will not cry for you, no matter what you say.

12/26/2004

Author's Note: It's not quite right and I'm not sure why. I'll keep working on it.

Posted on 12/26/2004
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