Poetry

I break
And I shatter
No more can I take
But to you it doesn’t matter
I shiver
And I cry
But not a sliver
Of care is in your eye
I run
And I hide
You think it’s fun
Tearing me apart inside
I stand
And I fight
But you stop my hand
I cry no, this isn’t right.
You take
And you hurt
Can you feel me break?
No, don’t take off my shirt
You pounce
And you laugh
I can’t find an ounce
Of forgiveness on your behalf
You force
And you strangle
Do you feel remorse?
As away I try to wrangle?
You smile
And you sigh
I lay cold for a while
Staring at the empty sky.
I break
And I shatter
No more can I take
But to you, it doesn’t matter.