Beaten To Death

Counting down the rage
thats explode out from your chest,
5,4,3,2,1,
the beating begins.
You pound me with your Iron hand,
Cut me with your words,
rape me with your hate,
and Slaughter me when your around.
you killed me and don't care,
I am dead, but still breathing.

poem by Melissa Schreuder
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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