Blisters

I am covered in scars from

staring at you.

I am bleeding everywhere from

trying to talk to you.

I am screaming silently and trying

to find some peace.

I am choking on your heart but

begging for you to leave me.

I don't wanna see the blisters that

cover my feet from walking on glass.

I don't wanna kill the kids that never got the chance

to live.

I don't wanna pretend and say I'm alright because

I am always fighting.

Reviews

[Matthew Smith]

Not bad. Right to the point, words of obvious struggle 'n all.

I liked it well enough.

[Thea]

Wow...I really like this..."I don't wanna pretend and say I'm alright because
I am always fighting." Love the ending... :)))
Very interesting poem...Well expressed...
Good luck on your next writings. :D

[Marie Harrison]

Ouch! Things aren't going in a good direction with her.
Nice poem!