Today, my little brother called me ugly.
Now the pain I felt,
The pain that exploded in the center of my chest,
That bubbled up to my throat,
That blurred my vision and stuffed my nose,
That pain was new.
And in a way, it hurt more than I thought it would.
So it is true. Those you love most, definitely hurt you the most.
And I know why.
It's because they hold your heart.
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Over The Ledge
Poetry"Little do you know how I'm breaking while you fall asleep" Some people turn to alcohol Some turn to drugs I have words.
