I look down and notice all of my cuts and scars are exposed.
I drop to my knees and begin to cry,
As I realize the ones I've always loved the most caused most of these wounds.
I feel a hand touch my shoulder and I look up.
As I look up i see a man standing there.
His hair is short nearly shoulder length,
Skin the completion of olive,
And clothes loose and simple.
He looked down at me as I looked up at him,
He then began to talk to me saying,
"Child,
You are so very brave.
And you have a whole lot of self esteem,
to be able to tolerate the things that have been thrown at you by the enemy.
I have watched you fight for everything you believe in:
Your love,
Your family,
Friends,
Hopes,
And even your dreams.
You are so very strong child.
And you have such a big heart,
That big heart of yours though has tricked you into falling in love with the daughter of Satan himself.
She is very pretty though I must admit."
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Death You Cause Me
PoesíaPoems about the darkness of society, religion, hate, and your own interself.