Beaten, Broken. Best.

Beaten down,
On the ground, I lay.
Motionless, and broken.
Screaming to the Earth, this is the end of me. I'm lost.
What is it you gain, from laughing at my pain?
Do you really feel like a man, when you put out your hand,
You help me up, halfway,
To let go and drop me in the mud.
Soaking wet, mixed with my tears that made this puddle flood.
You're pretty proud of yourself, aren't you?
And beating me, is what you came to do.
Blotched face, broken heart.
And my bruised flesh, really show's that you are the best?