Neglect

by Julie   Nov 21, 2007


Sharp blades,
Cut through his skin.
To unleash the pain,
Burred within.

The hurt of everything,
Finally hit him,
Finally killed,
Death looking grim.

Covered in blood,
He lays on the cold bathroom floor.
He heart aches,
With the feeling for more.

He likes the pain,
And craves for heartfelt respect.
He cursed her name,
As he calls in neglect.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Courtney Lynn

    This is amazing, I love it! The words and the meaning and just all of it, it's great; keep it up!