Dirty Little W;hore

by amandalynn   Apr 28, 2009


Sitting on the cold, concrete floor.
Blood trickling down my arms.
Tears of hate falling down my face.
All my other wounds scabbed over..
Waiting to turn into scars.
All these are, are things you've done.
You've etched in my heart "dirty little w;hore".
I never expected anything more,
From a guy so cold,
With only words of hate.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Good Enough

    This poem is flooding with emotions and its soo sad.

    i like how u describe things in the poem. like the blood and the scabs.

    dont let some stupid person like this rule ur life. dont let them get to you.

    good poem really enjoyed it =D

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