() Your Piercing Blades Poem by Silent Speaker

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