I look up again. The taste of metal oozing into my mouth. A stinging sensation on my face.
Blood.I could feel the tears forming in my eyes.
It burned.
Looking at you burned. Hurt was all I could feel. Hate is what I wanted to feel but I couldn't. I couldn't hate you.
But the look in your eye. It scared me. You looked emotionless, lifeless. Staring down at me.Looking at what you have done. You hurt me.
YOU ARE READING
Vent Poems
Teen FictionI'm full of angsty since I get hurt all the time so I write what I feel.