Category: Writers Block
You see me day to day but never know my pain
I shelter myself so you will never know my name
My eyes cry blood from the wounds on my heart
You have just left me lying, dying from the start
I've never known other than your abusing hand
That with hit after slap left a permenant brand
Not on my skin however, its marked on my soul
You can say all you wan I will die before I am old
Although not by my own doing or by other man
It would have been by you and your hating hand.
This one was a little more dark most of my writting is dark. I guess I have an inteest in death.
that is dark. but nice job. interest in death?
It was alright, not as good as some of your other pieces I've read. I didn't feel the emotion in this piece as I have with your other pieces. Maybe it's just me?
However, I do enjoy the imagery, aliteration, and assonance.