My Hand

by TheVampire   Jan 14, 2011


Even though it hurts to write,
i still pick up my pen.
It hurts so bad I can barely type,
but I cannot wait till it mends.

The funny thing is when it happened,
I did not feel regret.
This unhealthy snap into action,
will give me something to not forget.

I will continue with this pain,
and feeling of disaffection.
Sitting there will my hand stained,
staring at my broken reflection.

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