Broken and lost is what I am

battered and beaten at another persons hands.

Bloodied and bruised with my spirit no longer in tact.

Beaten beyond recognition is a hard fact.

I have been hurt to the point that I no longer know who I am.

You’ve taken me down and torn me apart

all because you never had a heart.

You’ve killed me more times than I care to count.

You’ve kicked me down, then you threw me out.

You’re main goal was to desecrate me about this there was no doubt.

I thought that you once loved me now I know that his is not true.

You’ve successfully beaten and molded me into the exact image of you.