as i sit alone writhing in pain
you laugh
you laugh at me, you kick harder
the blows to my face.
do they make you feel better?
or is it just a show?
the blood drips down my head onto my shirt.
you and your friends look and laugh as i cry.
as i gasp for the air that each of your kicks takes out of me.
was it worth it?
the sight of me dying there on the ground beneeth your feet.
was it worth it? |