Emotional Homicide

I'm a bag of skin and bones.
You took my life with sticks and stones.

I lost my integrity when we lied to eachother
and when snuck out past your mother.

I lost my innocence on a smelly couch of leather;
and that summer night we drank together.

I lost my hope from your brutal blows;
from bestfriends to lovers to foes.

I lost my courage when you laughed in my face;
Plastic rings and flowers are razors in their place.

When I told I'd give you my life, we fit;
But I never thought you'd actually take it.