my hell

my eager lies of forgotten betrayal slice at my heart but i don't even care the pain is just pain the scares are not there i might once forget but till then I'm in hell a hell of my own that i did create a hell with no love a hell of pure hate forgotten or remembered to me its the same because i know the truth and they think the same

Reviews

[Rob Santana]

At first I was what's with the structure. But after I read it I felt deep pain and regret. I like that there's no punctuations. In a time of pain and suffering nothing is done in order or properly. The structure of this piece helps with imagery at least it does for me.

[RayXor]

thank you!