Not so long ago
in this land of Poetry
you see

I was Used, Abused
and Misused
and like that wasn't  
enough

I was then Stripped, Ripped
and Flipped
Stomped, Cursed
and Kicked

And finally,
Finally when I thought
they were done with me

Well this ringleader,
Mr. So and So
His pride
must've been really sore
Not exactly sure why though
Anyway
He wasn't satisfied
Until he gave me more

The heart is but a
yawning wound, needs to be burned
out. See? There you go...

~
Each letter I laid
Has its own little voice,

And together they sing
To be heard by yours
.