How could you possibly do this?

All the ways you’ve brought me pain,

I know I can turn the blows to a near miss—

All the while going limp like a dropped chain.

Don’t you see you’re scarring me?

Oh, right. You lack common sense.

Why can't you just see—

—how your cuts are so dense?

You make me feel I want to die

Cursing me with each and every spell,

Every word you say a lie

Making my life a living hell

Of course, this will all be unknown to you,

For you have never felt this pain.

You’ll keep on pushing my limits through,

But please, stay in your own lane.