by Nick Gisburne
I will not be a punch bag for your rage.
I will not wear the bruises of your spite.
You will not keep me locked inside your cage.
You do not have the reason or the right.
‘Enough’ is not a word you understand.
The ‘stop’ in ‘please stop hurting me’ is real.
I will not fear to fall beneath your hand.
I will not cry or beg or plead or kneel.
You hid me in this room and closed the door,
To make my world as small as it could be,
But this is when I say the words ‘no more’.
The only one who’s talking now is me.
‘I never meant to hurt you’ was a lie.
Remember it, and suffer, as you die.
