Is this what pain feels like

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i'm not the only kid that grew up this way
we grew up believing we were hated.

grew up believing no one could understand this pain that feels like chain and iced needles pulled out of your skin.

in school we train our feelings.

in elementary we go to recess and have fun.

but the kid that will grow up one day and become a suicidal teenager with antidepressant pills that will make that teenager overdose in a specifically planned night.

these kids in the playground train to run.
train to feel left out when those cool kids play tag and left you out or never tagged you because you're weird.

now that I look back at those times, I think that I was over dramatic.
alone but confused.
invisible pain.