-unknown 4-A Poem by Hidden Nightmares
Her eyes are red and swollen from the constant tears that had been pouring out of them.
Her throat is sore and raw from the hours of screaming everything she's kept inside much too long. Her knuckles are bruised and bleeding from repeatedly hitting the walls as hallow as her heart. Her arms and wrists are nothing more than mutilated flesh, as she watched her agony and despair drain out of her. And now her broken, bleeding heart is slowly giving her the relief she had so desperately begged for.
© 2012 Hidden NightmaresAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 24, 2012 Last Updated on May 24, 2012 AuthorHidden NightmaresAboutI'm not the strongest writer, but I still love to. I mostly write poems and I usually write about things relating to my life or things that are important to me. Please read my poems and review if you.. more..Writing
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