You know what hurts?
Walking home and breaking down before you make it inside.
Just lying on the floor because you hate yourself,
You don't know what to do.
You want to distract yourself,
But you don't have the energy to get up.
You know what?
The hurt is good.
It's without love,
It's relentless,
I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all.
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Dark Poems
PoetryJust some simple poems, Nothing more, nothing less. They are my originals, Don't make me second-guess.
