They slashed me up without bleeding me.
They hit me hard without a single touch.

Thoughts.

Don't they know what they're doing?
Don't they know that my mind is a place to ponder--
To think, not over-think?

I tried to run away, I tried to escape;
Only ending up back where I began to run,
Because they were my escape.

How amazing.
How unfair.
How thoughtless my thoughts tend to be.