Okay so first, let me just thank all of you for all your awesome feedback. I did some serious blush time lol

, i don't usually show any of the things i write to people.
Now i promised myself i wouldn't update twice in one day but bah! I can't stop myself haahaha, it's nearly midnight anyway so I'm almost not breaking the rule. Anyway, okay, the first one i wrote a few months ago when i was going through things and in a little pain.
The second one is sort of different, it's rhythmed and differently constructed than my others. I wrote it at the beginning of the year when i was also in a lil pain.
Hope you like:
HandsI sit
Meditate
The anger hasn’t left me
It bubbles deep inside
I only let it out
In moments when alone
Just me and my bag
I hit till I bleed
Till my gloves are stained with sweat and blood and hate and pain
Must remember
To wash them quickly
So mum doesn’t know
Never finds out
About my anger
Or even worse
The reason behind it
I do not picture your face
I picture your hands
Dirty hands
Infecting me
Making me cry
From the force they hold
Making their way
Down my arms
Legs
Stomach
Neck
Making every cell in my body
Filthy
Wrong
Stupid whore
(who said that?!)
Pause in my assault
Heavy breathing
My body aches
And I eye my battered bag
It’s going to break soon
Everything’s going to fall apart
And I’ll have to clean it up
Alone
Peel off my gloves
Examine my hands
Bleeding
Wet
Grazed
Used.
I begin to cry.
Your fingerprints are everywhere.
Could you not have stopped?
Seen what it was doing to me
And gone away forever.
Picture my mind
My soul
My heart
Battered.
It’s going to break soon
Everything’s going to fall apart
And I’ll have to clean it up
Alone
I wipe at my cheeks
Stinging hands leave blood on my face
Pink tears stain my skin
And I begin to hit again
I don’t hate you
But I want your hands to break and bleed
Just like mine
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FaithlessSoft, I listened to the sultry strum
Of your mouth blessing my ears
Letting me cry from the beauty of your sound.
For I was deaf before you
Radiant, you tentatively stepped out of your world
As I watched from afar
Letting me cry from the beauty of your sight.
For I was blind before you
Clear, without judgment you offered true speech
Taught, without trying, the right way of thinking
Letting me cry from the beauty of your voice.
For I was dumb before you
Solid, substance, which I touched but once
A stray brush whilst walking past
Letting me cry from the beauty of your touch.
For I was numb before you
Screaming, in searing pain
I watch you walk away
Oblivious as ever to my aching hurt
Letting me cry from the beauty of your change
And the sting it ultimately caused.
For I was nothing before you
And now
You are gone.
Thanks for your time
- Bell
The shape of you
Is etched inside
My bruised and somewhat sculptured mind