Hurt
Conveyed in so many ways
Scars on my arms
Bruises on the insides of my thighs
Folded up flag in my closet
Suicide note from mother
Can't show the hurt
Bottle it up
Toss in the ocean
Maybe
Just maybe
Someone will find my message in a bottle
YOU ARE READING
My poetry
Poetryjust want to be clear I'm not at all a poet when I get bored I write whatever pops into my head and this is it
