Bruised

I can’t say I’ve found comfort

In my own words.

In fact, 

My silence is the biggest burden.

Closed lips would heal my wounds,

or so I thought–

I’ve 

broken 

down

Into a bundle of bruised skin.

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About heatherd001

Hello! My name is Heather. I'm sixteen years old and I love to write (poems mostly) but I'm working on some story- and novel-writing. Writing is a creative outlet for me.
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3 Responses to Bruised

  1. Wow!! Heather you have such an emotive capture of words here..I can feel the despair hidden behind, but i wish it’s just in writing.. At this sweet sixteen” you writing about pain is killing me, sending you lot of love and best wishes and hope that you be smiling and be dancing as i used to be back then when i was sixteen ❤ and as your picture here shows you smiling, i must say, smiles really suit your baby-face, stay smiling 🙂
    Love and hugs 🙂
    Rosalyn ❤

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