hatred does damage to a soul


Life less shell

This wound inflicted upon me,
burns my soul,
eating me alive one shred at a time.
The wound caused by this hatred,
toward me
causing me to become numb
making me forget every thing.
I am a shell of what I use to be,
a empty shell,
life less and numb.
This wound through my soul,
burns,
it burns like a red hot dagger being shoved in my soul.
Over time the wound will heal,
but the dagger will never be removed,
causing the pain to never be forgotten.



Poetry by Marissa
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Written on 2009-08-17 at 01:32

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