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I lie upon the floor
Blood dripping from your latest blows
Curled in a ball, crying silently
Heart and soul trampled once more

Black hole inside of me

Lost, confused and alone
Can't walk, stand nor move
Except for retching, sobbing

Wish for nothingness now
So I hear not your words
Those hate filled screams of yours

You're no good without me
Stupid, loser, woman
Flighty, flacks, brainless
I heard so many times

Way too many to count
The times you left me there
Spirit broken in two
Shattered, beaten, bloodied

Copyright © 2012 Marta Moran Bishop