you show no love
yoru actions say hate
this the first of many knives in me
your choosing my own fate
you portray disgust
whenever you look my way
as if i've caused a bad taste in your mouth
this another stab wound occurring day by day
you display your loath for me
never a true encouraging word
by now i've gotten used to your piercing blades
no point in saying stop because i'm never heard
you may not be killing me physically
but emotionally i've bled to death
I hope you realize what you've done
you got what you wanted, i'm on my last breath
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Great write this one full of anger but very honest. Read my 'Five Will Get You Ten' about violence towards women I give this 10