Murdered

I have been murdered over and over again.
Since when did killing stop being a sin?
They stab me with their words and beat me with their jeers.
They laugh in my face and use against me all my fears.
I tried to survive, but you see, I'm not that strong.
I've been fighting off all these murderers for far too long.
They dehumanize me till I'm nothing but an item.
My cries for help and mercy mean nothing to them.
They break my bleeding soul until I'm bleeding on the floor.
There is simply no way I can continue anymore.
Far too many times have they destroyed my aching heart.
More merciful it would be if they permanently tore me apart.