• The punishment

    I leave on the inside.

    Bruising myself.

    Hurting myself.

    The blood and tears.

    Fall on the outside.

    And choke me on the inside.

    Struggling for air.

    As if I was a fish out of water.

    Scouring my nails.

    Across my wrist.

    Watching the blood drip down.

    Watching the steam rise up.

    Feeling the burning ache.

    Of pain and heartache.

    Screaming out a soundless scream.

    Feeling torn and beaten.

    Covered with bruises and cuts.

    I thank the Gods for purifying me.

    In this coldest night.

    For the pain I've caused.

    Has been returned to me.

    A billion times over.

    I thank the Gods for this Lesson.

    To teach me of the pain I caused.

    To make me unlearn the ways of it.

    To never cause pain and suffering again..

    I have accepted this Punishment.

    On my heart...

    On my soul..

    On thy body of mine..

    The bruises, cuts, and blood.

    Are all seen.

    Are all heard.

    Are all know for what they stand for.