These wounds

These wounds have gone so long unnoticed to the naked eye.

Constantly re-opened, but i just want to say good bye.

These wounds are filled with acid and salt

These wounds are in my locked away heart

These wounds were discovered through the tip of my pen.

This new attention cound end me but theres no telling when?

My heart is my secret i kept locked away,

but one paper and now it might fray.

My wounds need some attenion i guess this is true.

I just hope the right attention is brought on by you.

I have gone so long withholding the truth.

Now that its out are they helping or will the just sleuth?

Honestly I do think that I need some assistance.

I am sorry if i show a little ressistance.

Reviews

[J. F. Charleston]

Wow I wish had read this sooner. Being afraid to let someone know or see your heart is something quite common. After repeated heartaches, you tend to want to lock it away with all feelings, until one day someone comes in and makes you question why you locked it all away. I really enjoyed how relatable this piece was. I wish I had read it when you first published it.

[country chick]

Thank you i have come a long way since writing this, but rereading it I still feel the sting of the words. I am finally able to deal with the things of my past but they do hurt to think about. thank you for understanding where it was coming from. I hope to be posting more ofter.

[J. F. Charleston]

You're quite welcome. And I know what you mean by feeling the sting of the words of past works. Was rereading some of my old stuff the other day and the memories of the times flooded back. Some I could smile on, some I couldn't. I hope your next works are great!