Punching bag

a thousand wishes

I know that I'ma  punching bag and a pretty good one at that

punch me, man, I'll never break

and I'll always come right back


but inside the inner works 

of me

I think I'm dying inside myself

I know that I'm hurting 


in the inner works of me

I think that I might falter

I think that I might fall


but if I do...

what will they say?

that i didn't give it all I got

that i deserve to wither and rot


I know...

I hold the weight of the world

my moral obligation to wallow

in everyone else's pity

to feel what they feel

so they'll never feel small but to me...


For me, I feel it all.


Judge me, hurt, me, and break me

i don't deserve to feel safe and happy

break me, change me, you could would wreck me if you want


strong enough to pick up the pieces and do it all again

I don't know  if you're like me 

I don't know if you understand

but if you do then you know

that I'll be always a friend


I'm a punching bag

I can build myself specifically for you

i can take the pain

and bring happy days to you

I'll never break your heart but you're welcome to break mine

because I was born to be

I guess I am born to be

your punching bag

  • Author: a thousand wishes (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2022 09:10
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  • EmotionsOnwhitepaper

    Even a punching bag breaks after giving it pain relentlessly, so even he needs rest and happiness

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