i hate how you can tie me up and use me as your own punching bag
i hate how you made my body hurt where i did not want to be mess with i hate how you would make me coff up blood all the time
i hate how you did all those thing to me aftre i told you to stop so many time
i hate how you could be so cold
i hate how you did not have a heart how i could cry infront of you and all you do is put me down
i hate how you made me do so much stuff i did not want to do
but what i hate most is you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem