Can\’t You See?

I stand here, shaking,
My lungs are aching,
And I can no longer speak.
I treat you with my words,
And I sing like a bird.
I'm out of breath, but you can't see.
My arms are violet,
My cries are quite,
But my mind has been broken, too.
You flailed in frustration,
But in your fixation
You broke the arms I offered to you.
My knees are growing weak.
Oh, how I wish I could speak,
So that I might ask you to save me.
But even if I could, I'd stay silent.
I'd stay here for you no matter how violent,
Even if you bludgeoned me badly.
I care for you dearly,
But you're slowly killing me,
And my heart is starting to flood.
Your anger has cut my veins,
And I can't cover what remains.

Now you can see my rotting, black blood.

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