Beatings

Bruises,
They cover my skin.
Tears,
Run slowly down my cheek.
You,
You have never loved me.
To you,
I'm nothing but a punching bag.
People I've tried to tell,
Look at me and laugh.
I guess I deserve this,
The harsh words,
The beatings.
I stand still and take it,
Every last punch.
Until you get bored,
And leave me,
Crying in a pool of blood.
Beaten,
Defeated





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