Injured
You stab my heart with the burning arrow of malice.
You pierce my broken heart with the sword of cruelty.
And you insults could fill many a chalice.
My heart is burning
Because I'm angry
It's battered and bruised.
I'm mentally abused
No matter how I try to heal
It's always destined you would steal
The only things are dear to me;
My life, love, and creativity.
Enough with it all, or I will fall,
I'm injured.
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