I feel the burning sting of cheap leather so you don't have to feel the sting of my venomous words.
My skin turns red with every attack so red is not all I see. So I do not hurt you in a red haze.
I hit my flesh raw to retain control of the raw emotions that I have not controlled in the past.
Each strike floods my mind with pain rather than thoughts of hurt and self-doubt or hate.
I feel the burn of every whack so you mustn't feel the flames of my blind wrath.
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoetryPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
