Broken Poem by Lauralie Bradford

All my veins are bursting, blood everywhere.
Red stained hands, rip out all my hair.
But my heart keeps pounding, my burden to bear.
You don't understand, this pain can't be shared.

The thunder is pounding, to the beat of my heart.
The overwhelming sense, I'm being torn apart.
The bruises begin, at my ever fixed mark.
My tortured demise, you think this is art?

Every pore on my body, a small pool of blood.
I'm shattering away, yet you dare say love?
Salting my wounds, burying me in the mud.
This is the kind of hurt, no one speaks of.

But I hold onto hope, after gashes and all.
For hope, it thrives, no matter how small.
Despite my injuries, from the treacherous fall.
I keep on breathing, and I learn to crawl.