Injuries

In control of my mind,
In control of my heart
Cut incisely by your lies from end to start
Believing in God,
Keeping the faith
But you decided it were best to lacerate
Into my spirit, into my soul
Killing me softly not making me whole
Avulsion was your favorite, simply
dissecting me
No sorrow for my tears or
callings out to thee
Amputating ourselves
Abrasive as our love can be
Classifications of disabled, beaten
injuries