Sublimination

An waiting bomb in which time is ticking,  twisting and turning in my body ; so sickening, A curse of hatred that runs though  my veins, Just one day , one day will make me insane, You handle me with words as hard as rocks, Then you throw me in the world for everyone to mock, Your weakening me to pieces with violence , However feeling no remorse to my weeps of silence, You gain pleasure from watching me fall, You toss and turn me like a rag doll, Abuse doesn't being to explain it, You have tarted me quiet a bit, Ripping into my skin, Leaving me with broke limbs, Sublimation is my only escape, It's like having broke skin taped, The wounds are still there but at least there cover, But one day you will struggle and I will hover, Until then I say await my success, While you die in your burning abyss.