LIFE, this one’s for you.

you yank me through the wringer
till I am bleeding and sore.
my emotions are battered
yet you expect me to take more.

you close your eyes
to the pain you cause.
inflicting it over and over,
never taking a pause.

by the time you are through
I am weary and torn.
my eyes red from crying
my soul battered and worn.

why I let you do this to me,
I will never know.
why do I stick around,
when I should just turn and go?

My words are my vent,
but just merely a token.
By the end of this poem,
I am heartsick and broken.


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