They beat me black and blue,
I never got through.
I fake a smile.
It lasts awhile.
I thought I was strong,
But instead I was wrong.
Guilt.
I am wilted by guilt.
Dying.
I wish I would die.
Hope.
I am hopeless.
Pain.
I always feel pain.
Black and Blue.
The shades of my bruises.
Loss.
I always lose.
Dead.
I AM DEAD