"I was shot by your bow filled with pain..."
—max
i
You freaking pain,
Please leave me vain,
I'm near being insane,
Being ripped and stained.
How to avoid wounds,
If i'm stuck with thorns?
I'm hopeless and sore,
gripped with
poisonous bows.
ii
I've tried to stop bleedin',
But just ended up hurting,
My heart's still beating,
But my mind's
now shaking.
Oh please, i'm begging,
Enough with this feeling,
I can't take on keep fighting,
If i'm so much in pain.
iii
Why am I so petty?
I'm not really
born this way,
I'm used to be
calm all day,
But now, table had
turned its stray.
BINABASA MO ANG
Ignite The Unspoken
PoetryPUBLISHED under Chapters of Love Indie Publishing. - Half of A Hundred Poems She's voicing her thoughts through a pen, and expressing herself through this thing called poem. written by : Maxetispsych (former McCleoxx) Highest rank:1 (Photo Credits)
