Destruction of soul.

July 12, 2008
By Kristen Armstrong, New Philadelphia, OH

Acid tears drip onto my heart
and stain my soul.
I wear dark circles under my eyes
and bloody wounds on my wrists.
Your criticism rips me apart and
creates deep wounds within me that
will never heal.
My soul cries out, now louder than ever.
The world around me is deaf and no one hears its plea.
Im all alone, broken and chained to this tormented body.


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