Broken
To push
He pushes me
Is he blind to my pain?
To stand
I stand still
And cling onto my last piece of dignity
A soul
My soul is broken
It shattered long ago under his protection
Crippled
I am crippled
His whip is figurative, but my scars run deeper still
Waves
Cresting waves
Have dragged me to the bottom
The truth
To tell the truth
Would do no good, I am beyond repair
Stitches
Can only sew my body
They can not approach what really needs mending