Inhale, exhale
It rains with every breath I take
But I'd rather it hail
I want the precipitation to hurt
So I can forget how much it hurts to breathe
How much it hurts to live
Because I want to leave
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Poems from the Hurt
PoetryExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
