Talking to the Moon: Part 3

I have a black eye,

Two broken ribs,

Wrist is sprained,

And I'm bleeding all over.

This isn't new to me,

I'm used of the game called, "Beat up Jack Frost"

It's the same every end of Autumn.

Your precious fall spirits try to beat me up so bad so that I can't start winter.

You just watch

While I lay on the ground with them beating me up.

I used to cry for you to help me,

I stopped after the fourth time then I realized you didn't care.

Do you hate so much?

That you would let the spirits beat me up till I have broken just about every bone in my body.

Did I do something to deserve this?

If so, I'm sorry for whatever I have done for you to hate me.

Please, please make them stop

I'm begging you!

Please...