Words thrown in your direction

Pierces your heart

Hunted down like an animal

For them it’s just a sport

Actions designed to destroy you

Never ceasing

Never sleeping

Never ending mental torture

You try to leave

They won’t let you leave

You call a truce

They don’t want a truce

Always on the attack

Won’t stop until you’re dead and gone

Then they’ll cowardly yell

‘It wasn’t my fault’