Bruises

Bruises cover my body

Every inch of me broken

I need something… somebody

I never should have spoken

 

It hurts

Just the sight of you

I bleed out

Just watching you two

 

Cut

Stabbed

Burned

Mad.

 

My heart

Black and blue

You hate me

But I love you

 

Help me!

I need you.

Reviews

[Cassiopia Summers]

I would have to agree with my Dear friend Matthew, our pain does make for good words in our poetry. Loved this piece, and I do hope he is worth it.

[Matthew Kult]

Hello Alex,

I am guessing he is very much worth the torment, not that I mind I do enjoy others suffering. Makes for great poetry. I feel your emotion in this, very well penned. Good Job.

regards,

Matthew