"I think you're a *******"
We both laugh
The words leave my friend's mouth,
meant as a joke,
but there is a sad truth to her words

I can still feel the scars of my past
My skin is bare;
The abuse was emotional, verbal, mental
The bruises are internal

Give everything you have,
earn neglect in return
Give too much of yourself,
and they continue to take until nothing is left

But you love the thrill
How rapid your heart beats,
as you fear that they'll never return

Break my hard shell,
and beat me until
I can no longer feel