You say " your rude, stupid, retarded, and selfish."
I tell " I'm sorry, I know, I figured, and ok."
You don't see me hurt over your words
But they hurt like knives
They pierce my heart, skin, and mind
I walk as if I'm ok
When in reality I'm dying inside
But you don't see that
You are too busy hurting me
To realize one day I won't be here
I won't be breathing
And guilt will wash over you
Knowing this might not have happened
If you had just paid attention
Or never said those words
But now I see a light
It's pretty bright
But I know what it is
I hope you know those words hurt
But you won't hurt me anymore
I'm free and
No longer alive
YOU ARE READING
I'm hurting
PoesíaThese are poems from deep inside my mind. I don't want any judgement about these ok. This is just my release from stress, sadness, and loneliness