I don't know you.
And I don't know you.
So why do you hurt me?
Every time you hit me, I briuse.
Every time you yell at me,I cry.
Every time you touch me I burn.
Every hand you raise to me causes me to cringe.
Why can you see?
Do you want to see?
Do you care?
Why do you get pleasure from my pain?
Why must you try to give me pleasure after the pain?
Your voice kills me slowly,echoing in the still of mind,driving me insane.
Your face haunts me in my nightmare,banishing my plesant dreams.
Your texture makes my flesh crawl,making me wish my skin was not my own.
Everything about you destroyes my sanity,my peace.
Leaving me with scars.
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I wrote this on storywrite but I wanted to post it here.Please let me know what you think.
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