Bloody Hands

I work from day to day.

Sweat pouring down my face 

My eyes getting more weary everyday.

My hands hurt but I need them to keep on working

trying to make it , I might not even care if one day they

started to bleed.


I just need to make it to the next day then 
maybe I can lay my head down and sleep to 
let my bloody hand heal
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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