The irritated and bleeding wounds
Just don’t seem to heal
I hold this tight pressure
But they just don't seal
The scars are painfully deep
But I only have tears to weep
You tear me so far down
And then you’re so proud
What kind of person
Could find this as such joy
I'm not your lowly play toy
I can feel your inflicted pain
But I guess that’s your gain
How you get by with your own life
Is to see me in this spite
Someday I hope and pray
You’ll look back and see
The cruel things you did to me
And you feel so horribly bad
That it drives you insanely mad
So you can finally say
You’re so sorry for your way
Ohhhhh....my goodness...I have felt this way before......and I see that whatever is doing this to you is getting under your skin.....love it too.!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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