Don't you see
Whats inside of me
The bloody mess
Of my heart you used to caress
Stripped of my sole
That steered my actions
When I used to be whole
With fun transaction
Stabbed time, time again
With no true reason
Except to you it was just a game
That you'd play everyday
So smack me up
Leave some bruises
Us me till I'm dry
When I'll have no more uses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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