My dismantled figure stands beaten and wounded, for you have no sense of sympathy as you change into a metamorphisis

My anger, frustration, and humiliation suddenly turns into banter for the crowd as they pull their cellphones out

I stand bloodied and wounded yet my disheveled and unkept heart awakes beating more stronger than it's ever been

You wouldn't know how I feel inside if my emotions suddenly were piled on your shoudlers

You became industructable, only if I could suddenly discover whatever's been on your mind

But you stand with my arms in your hands

Armless I begin to run with no hand to open doors for a leeway out

For you are just as imperfect as any human to ever be born into a world of such prejiduce

You become invinsible, for I have no hope

So you slit my throat

I am still managing to choke on my blood that once composed such a lively young woman to do unspeakable things

Yet you worn me down, how? 

You became my ignorance, my bliss and my depression all in one and sometimes I just dread waking up

Nothing's ever really felt the same for a long time

I think you know why as you stab me with your imaginary kitana sword, the blade shoves deeper and deeper into the open cuts and my open disadvantage in whatever you think is true to what God believes in

You wouldn't mind seeing me die

Your humor intrigues me, yet it makes me feel like a pelucid stick figure ready to jump off the pages and strangle whoever writes my history gone

You cut my arms, my legs, and I crawl with only my torso remaining 

I crawl

You smile at me, as if totally innocent you open your hand to enclose mine

You say it'll all be fine

I follow you into the light and that's when I recieve my limbs, but my torso turns into ash

I cannot see you but I sense you crying now

You stand with the ash of my bones and flesh

With gloomy eyes you fall to your knees

Which is something you can never forget, instead regret.