hurts like drawing blood <br />hides like a face in a hood <br />crying emptiness <br />resisting temptation and doing my best <br />bluee flames burn my skin <br />a sore heart is held within <br />darkness covers my sight <br />i'm runing from my fright <br />secret bliss in a black kiss <br />loved ones gone and missed <br />bitter, sweet, and tainted <br />hard, easy and painted <br />souls all hel within <br />bleeding from outside in <br />keeping my heart in a tin <br />black it is and cold it stays <br />because i hurt in many ways <br />i can hurt others and myself <br />i've been hiding on my shelf <br />when the real me comes out 2 play <br />everyone runs away <br />exceptr 1 person or a few <br />then i get eaten and chewed <br />spit out and eaten again <br />now i'm dead and this is the end<br /><br />Anastasia Roze<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bloody-truth/
