I am a bag full of sand

Hanging in this room alone

I have companies but they don't talk to me.

My only reason of existence,

so you can beat me.

I'm afraid I might break before my time,

without satisfying your needs,

to calm your anger.

Or just for fun to keep you in shape.

Once you start hitting me you can't stop.

I have seen it all but i guess it would never be enough for the both of us.

I've seen you cry multiple times and i guess it's for the same thing again. You are hurt and you're hurting me too. But that's my purpose right.

Now I understand some people. It's not to justify it but i can understand it now.

With the only difference is that I can't say anything to defend myself.

My biggest regret is to not making you feel satisfied enough and maybe sometimes hit you back unintentionally. I'm thankful you have me.

You have a punching bag to ease your anger, clear your tension. A shoulder to cry on when everyone is turning their back on you.

I'm here.

I'll be here as long as I'm whole.

~ TINS ~