If you hold on with hurting,
Despite of my bleeding,
And deep crying,
Soon I will die.
If you go on with rudeness,
Pressing my heart like a button,
Shooting me like a ball,
Soon I will die.
If you think you are right,
To behave like a cat,
Treating me like a rat,
Soon I will die.
My heart is not a playing ground,
Within, life is found,
If you can’t be kind,
Soon I will die.
This poem was first published in poetry blog, www.fictionandpoetry.us