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Sep 2018
You bashed on the chest my heart was enclosed in
You bashed on my chest
With roaring fist of fury
Engulfed in self rage and broke every rib
You bashed on my chest that protected my heart
You bashed on my chest until my heart was completely exposed
Then you threw Your roaring fists down once more
You bashed into my chest that my heart was enclosed in till I had nothing left
And you still aren’t happy.
You broke every rib
You still aren’t happy
You slammed Your roaring fist against my exposed heart until blood vessels were popped and I was broken, bleeding out and
YOU STILL ARENT HAPPY
You still hate yourself
You still hate me
Now we’re both bleeding.
No one is happy here
You bashed on the chest my heart was enclosed in
And now I’m nothing but a body
Living in motions
But I lost all emotions
When you and Your ****** fists got up and left me bleeding
What makes you happy?
Written by
cierra fielding
262
   JL Smith
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