Verbal Poem by Nichole Pettit

As I sit here
I take the beating
No words come to me
But, the tears roll down
My cheeks
There's not phsyical pain

Yet, its still as if
Someone is slapping
My face
Red marks everywhere
Remaining unseen
Waiting for it to be over

It's over now
And the tears still spill
I don't know what to do
I can't think of a thing to say

Not sure if I'll make it to the
Next day
But, I know I must try
Because its not the right time
To say, Good Bye