Hell

Hell is a vivid image.
in the portraits of my mind.
Always dredging up
bad memories left behind.

It hurt so bad
to be hit so hard.
Worse than of flesh,
my feelings are scarred.
Uncontrollable emotions
are overpowering inside.
It's almost as if
a part of me has died.

I haven't a single
tear drop left
to shed for all the pain.
It seems
the tears of hell
leave an everlasting stain.