5 words:
Blood, death, pain, bruises, and scars.
Is love worth it all in the end?
Abuse.
It's what he craves.
It's what he lives for.
He doesn't care.
If I'm in pain.
If I cry.
If I scream.
If he cuts me...
As the blood runs down.
The scars that are left behind.
It's like he doesn't care.
If I bruise.
If I die.
But he should care I'm his life.
His wife...
Does he really care?
Does he?
Until he stands at my motionless body.
Dripping with cold sticky blood.
And covered in bruises.
He sees the mess he made.
Now that I'm gone.
He's done.
-Jessica Urban
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The poetry book
PoetryThis book is full of my darkest poetry. There might be some good ones but most will be dark. These all came from the too of my mind. How it works is I get 5-10 words and create a poem in 2-8 minutes. Some short some long. Come enjoy my book and give...
