Tried

by Misfit Silentts   Jan 31, 2012


**October of 2009

My hands are stained with blood.
I have seen the war.
My ribs are bruised and broken.
I'm beaten more and more.
My clothes are ripped and tattered.
They are no longer new.
But my heart is wounded most of all,
because I tried to love you.

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