But, see, I speak to angels.

April 18, 2013
You take your turn
You pack your punch
You leave your scars
You turn and run

You leave me hurt
You leave me broken
You ignore the cries
You think you win

But it hurts you
It leaves you sore
Your conscious begs
Please, no more

Yet again and again
You return to me
And make your mark
To feel better

My skin is not
Your canvass of pain
You may not
Abuse me farther

I know better now
Know this won't end
And I must depart
Goodbye, my friend

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