Hurt & Pain

I've been hurt before

another scratch won't hurt me anymore

I may have lost a battle, it left me agognizing on the floor,

I am bleeding, and crying, and weak, but I know I haven't lost a war.

What did I do to deserve this. I'm a good person, never hurt a fly.

The world is cruel, leaves me here to die.

I have 3 friends, probably none of them are real,

who will help me overcome this?

If you find a solution, poke me with a stick. I'll be curled on the floor, 

Crying all my tears. 

But the pain won't go away, it stays in the heart.

I tell you I don't care, but it trepassed me like a dart.

It hurts, it hurts so bad. It feels like you betrayed me

after you called me, a work of art. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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