What have you made me look like.

what am I to you
a toy maybe
I fall on you and you hit me,
hit me and in the other direction
I go
my scalp is bruised
my arms bruised
I fall on you again
and my bruises touch you again,
and sooner than I can think,
I am rushing in the other direction
again
my bruises are deepening
while you are laughing
while I am falling on you
again
and again
what am I to you
your last joy
before you become of this darkness
I am rolling on mud
I have fallen on mud,
and now I am rolling on it
and now I have stopped rolling
but where are you.

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