The words you speak are like barbed wire,

Wound so tightly around my throat.

I flinch as your touch sets my skin on fire,

My trembling form turns to ash.

I know that tomorrow will bring more pain,

Another punch, another slap, another insult.

My weak heart will break further under the strain.

The jagged pieces will fall away into nothingness.

Everyday you remind me. I am nothing at all.

I am alone in this entire world without you.

Each word makes me feel so much smaller,

Am I just a weed in a field of wildflowers?

You call me pretty, but your eyes say that I’m not.

You ask me why I think I’m better than you.

You remind me that I’m yours in case I forgot.

You tell me you love me, but only sometimes.

My heart is broken in a million ways.

Broken things can be fixed, and fixed things broken.

My heart hurts underneath your cruel gaze,

Reminding me of all that I am to you.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

I am so small.

I am a weed.

I am yours.

I am broken.

Maybe there’s a prince searching for me,

Or maybe a hero planning his quest.

Maybe I am the princess who saves herself,

Maybe I must make my own quest.

Maybe I am something.

Maybe I am.