Stricken

I want to hear yes
but you only say no.
I hope that my mess
isn’t starting to show.
I want to forget,
but I will always know,
know that they don’t regret
giving that final blow.

Little did you know,
I won’t give up hope.
No matter how hard the blow
I will find a way to cope.
Still hearing displeasure
it breaking the rope,
rope for this measure,
the high measured slope.

Now I have fallen,
lying here in the hate.
I have become sullen.
I may have lost my fate.
I healed from your blow,
but I have now lost the gate.
All that I know
was used for your bait.

Leave me to die
for now I don’t care.
I can only cry
from the pain I can’t bare.
I never thought
that I could hurt from a stare.
Unhurt when I fought,
but dead when you’re there.