i lay here night after night
after coming in from the
cold air, walking the streets
alone and broken
could air hits my arms
the scars life inflicted me with
shows on my arms in the street light
cold and alone i walk threw the
dead of night, so quiet so dark
but yet no matter how far i walk
i can never seem to reach you
cold air hits my skin as if
pins are stabbing me all over
my body but the pain can not
hurt worse than the whole in
my heart.
cold as i lay in my bed
thoughts of you swirling
round in my head,
now im wishing i was
dead.
A contest entry
- Back... but... Broken by leeshylou.
700 points, ended August 16, 15 entries
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Comments
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fair
nice wording but a bit scattered. try painting a clearer picture -
You have presented the image of pain very well
cold air hits my skin as if
pins are stabbing me all over
my body but the pain can not
hurt worse than the whole in
my heart.
Thanks for your entry
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