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Aug 2019
Do you ever feel like you're just an object,
an object that people can throw around without any care?
That's how I feel,
people you could love the most,
can treat you in the up most disgusting way.
You can't do anything about it,
it feels like every time you try to run away from it,
it keeps following you.
Every hit that you take,
the more numb you become.
These hits are leaving big red hand marks all over your  body,
the marks swell up
and make a bump around the perimeter of the
handprint.
Each hit is feeling like torture,
over
and
over
again.
None of the people you love are helping you,
they are sitting across the room
crying
and
crying.
Every time you scream
the hitting becomes
harder
and
harder.
You're left lying there feeling...








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Written by
Alaya  lonelyville, new york
(lonelyville, new york)   
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