Mad Poem by Ruth Verch

I can no longer do this. Like a fatal cow disease, the abuse is mad. Feeling insane beyound the point of all reason. I want to yell at the top of my lungs; to make time stand still and tell you all. No room for reason. You've shut your ears to all I have to say. Your heart no longer beats for me but instead drums to the rythum of your own selfish needs and desires. Go on my dear, push me, scream in my face, then tell me you love me with all that hate in your eyes I unwelcome so well. Make me despise you. Force your kisses apon me. Kick me while I'm down. If you truly love me.....would I be writing this?