You envelope me.
Sharlply slicing through the walls I worked so hard to build up.
You mock me, taunting me with thoughts of hope and sercurity.
Smack!
Down I fall.
Hard.
Blood flows from my chest.
Poison, from my lips.
My hands betray me.
My words betray me.
I am alone, broken.
Why?
Why do I continue this journey through sorrow?
Why don’t my gaurdian angels rescue me!?!
I lay, still.
I’m dead.
No!
I’m alive!
So I punch
And I cut
And I scream
Trying, failing to release the fire inside my soul.
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My first attempt at poertry. Consructive criticism?