World of hurt

Here we are once again
at another poems end
get your face out of the dirt
these words represent ten pounds of hurt
I dont think that you can see
what all your words have done to me
Don't say sorry, its not okay
and if you treat anyone else this way
i wouldnt think twice before i make your blood spirt
i'll keep you in a world of hurt
if you knew right now, just how i feel
my inflicted wounds will never heal
and yes they are so very real
its not my fault your heart's cold as steel
you watch them die, still you do not feel