I’m in pain!

Wounds are red.
Bruises are blue.
The blood I shed.
Is caused by you.

Scars are dark.
Burns are darker.
My hurt isn’t weakness,
It’s my suit of armour.

Scratches are shallow.
Cuts are deep.
The pain is so vivid,
I can’t even sleep.

For all the people and things I’ve lost.
I lie awake and wonder at what cost?
The worst things in life aren’t free.
How much is pain worth? Ask my poetry.

BMN.

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