Hands bare, <br />torn of skin and bone, <br />you told me to live life on my own. <br /> <br />Whipped and tattered was my heart, <br />your laughter filling up my fright, <br />my eyes red from stress, <br />your knife glinting in the darkness. <br /> <br />Hands bare, <br />torn of pride and joy, <br />you had me trapped and you sliced me <br />once, because you knew I told you lies, <br />twice, for seperation so you slit my wrists for me, <br />and three times for everytime it took for him to lose his self control. <br /> <br />I was his puppet and I was here and there, <br />and he left me bleeding that faithful day, <br />surprised I grabbed my throat and felt the world go black, <br />for I did what was right and never ever looked back<br /><br />Elizabeth Tyease Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-really-corny-i-know-eh/
