Empty. Hollow. Worthless.
Broken. Bent. Without purpose.
Caved-in face. Sunken eyes. This is
Hell at it's finest.
Twisted limbs. Curved chest. Inability
For finesse.
Help.
Hurt.
Blood soaked
Through my shirt.
You'll never hear my
Deathly distress
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
PoetryBlood or Bleeding under my Skin. TW: Mention of Bl00d, Su!c!de, and other mature topics.
Inside I Am
Empty. Hollow. Worthless.
Broken. Bent. Without purpose.
Caved-in face. Sunken eyes. This is
Hell at it's finest.
Twisted limbs. Curved chest. Inability
For finesse.
Help.
Hurt.
Blood soaked
Through my shirt.
You'll never hear my
Deathly distress