those night hurt then but they still hurt now, those nights are a constant reminder that i am broken enough. They keep me bleeding, all the pain no one could see. The pain was consistent, the blade was a release of me. I still ask, why did i go through so much? Why did I have to be broken as much as a 30 yo at 16? Was the blood thicker? Or was i just damaged? I thought I wouldn't live through them, I didnt even want to.
So when i tell you those nights hurt, believe it. Those Nights broke me, those nights broke my dreams. So when I tell you that there are haunting thoughts of those nights, just know I'll be in tears once those nights fully cross my mind, and when they do... A blade wont be far behind. Im sick of hiding all of the pain you put me through, all the tears I cried for you... Im sick of hiding all the lies you told me... When i say those nights were a lifetime ago, believe it cuz ive not had a solid night of sleep since...
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PoetryI'm getting through some stuff and wanted to share... its been years since I've opened up...
