Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2014
It all began to hurt.

My heart throbbed,
and my fingers blistered.

My lungs burned,
and my throat bled.

My toes curled,
and my eyes stung.

It all began to hurt so badly, after you said you hated me.

c.r.k.
It hurt until it didn't.
Written by
cameran  F
(F)   
299
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems