You keep scratching my wound,
you like it fresh and bleeding,
buried me alive in the ground,
off of my plight, your ego feeding.
You seem to add insult to my injury,
shroud my naked soul in odium,
taking pleasure of my misery,
you leave me bleeding,
making me numb.
Agonising scars still oozing pain,
six feet under I lay,
my soul screeching, craving to heal,
wishing, it could just run away.