The Tough

I am tough, you know.   

I am tough.   

I am tough.   

I am as hard               

                    as a nail.      

And I will issue neither cry,                               

                                      nor a wail,                              

                                      as you bite into                                      

                                                 my frail heart,                              

                                      and I begin to breathe                                             

                                                              the stale air                                                  

                                                                      of my very insides.   

I will curtail          

            all feelings of pain                              

                                          within me.     

And I will not fail                    

                          to look you                            

                                         in your very eyes,                       

                                  as I bleed                                  

                                                 in front of you                                                

                                                                         to my death.