Bruised

crying and trying to get better

No matter how much I'm over it,
It still eats at me inside
It picks, and pricks, and shocks my heart,
Until I start to cry.

A steady stream drips down my cheek,
A lump forms in my throat,
My stomach slowly tries to digest,
Your lies that made me choke.

When I finally put my head up,
When I am done with the abuse,
I tell myself don't fall apart,
I'm okay, I say, just a little bruised.