Wounded

Wounded

It’s a depression

Caused by compression.

More like a scar,

Intently meant to mar.

Located upon my skin

Thanks to tears stowed within.

Crying from my eyes

Meant to despise.

Streams of fire

Brought on by liars.

Discarded and forsaken,

As the tenuous heart was taken.

Perpetually deprived,

Forsaken and contrived.

Effortlessly lead astray,

Thoughtlessly thrown away.

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