deepundergroundpoetry.com

Hurt

No bruises, cuts, or scrapes.
I don't wear a cast or a brace.
My wounds are on my soul.
Beaten and in pain.
Not a cast, but a mask of sarcasm and cruelty.
If you catch more flies with honey than vinegar
I'll be vinegar.
Sour and bitter.
I just want to be alone.
Written by AnotherLostSoul (AlexInWonderland)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 6 reading list entries 0
comments 15 reads 156
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
17th August 1:57pm by admin
COMPETITIONS
6th June 9:17am by admin
COMPETITIONS
4th June 3:24pm by admin
SPEAKEASY
16th May 1:07pm by admin
POETRY
11th May 11:35am by katalon_test_user
POETRY
9th May 1:15pm by admin