"The Pen. . ."
Don't say a word,
just hit me.
Beat me down
and
let me
lie
in
the
dirt,
broken,
bleeding,
but still believing
in myself.
Your words cut further
into me than any blade,
so slap me,
punch me,
pull my hair,
and let me soothe
my wounds
with tears and ice packs,
anti-septics and Band-Aids,
because the pains
I do feel
last
forever.
These
scars
on
my
spirit
won't
ever
fade.
Don't say a word,
just hit me.
Beat me down
and
let me
lie
in
the
dirt,
broken,
bleeding,
but still believing
in myself.
Your words cut further
into me than any blade,
so slap me,
punch me,
pull my hair,
and let me soothe
my wounds
with tears and ice packs,
anti-septics and Band-Aids,
because the pains
I do feel
last
forever.
These
scars
on
my
spirit
won't
ever
fade.
