You decimate!
Stabbing my core
Now added to
scars from before
Another rip
What’s one more tear?
I do not speak
I'm struck with fear
This is my path
Fate has no choice
I tell myself
With inner voice
She does not hit
There’s no contact
Her weapons, words
A deep impact

With a true strike
Inflicted pain
And damage caused
Sometimes sustained
But very worst
From punch or kick
My body harmed
Can not inflict
The type of wounds
When letters placed
Creating words
My soul disgraced
The fabric stitched
that makes up me
Together holds
my entity

Of essence it
Can penetrate
A wound so deep
That’s it; Checkmate
Forever changing
who I am
So powerful
An altered plan
And bit by bit
it takes away
the strength within
no longer stays
My fading soul
I am no more
I’m just a pet
A "thing" to store

An item
under lock and key
Forever lost
No longer 'me'