My river of blood (poem)

Your words you think are just words
Wrong your words from your mouth they are as knifes to my soul
They cut me and i bleed. Every drop of blood is draining my identity from me

My self worth goes down the river of blood that pours from me.

It floods my every wakeing moment with doubt , discuragement of trying to be a better
me. Drowning the potential You once said i possesed in me.
Why do you speak so, Why do you hurt me.

Do you not see me drowning, Drifting into ablivian in the abbiss of life.

Only your tonge can save me.
A kind word of encouragment praise and love respecting me for being me.
This is the life jacket I kneed.
Throw out the curses of pain and give me love peace kindness strength. I will then be
able to be what and who i was ment to be.