Can I please take a break?
Can you not see the way my feet ache?
How my back is sore?
Deprived of what I once had before
I hate how life is going
Yet people continue to say I'm throwing my life away
Asking how I could do that
Knowing I just want what I once had;
my old life back
But nothing in this world is promised, I promise you
I'm just trying to get by
I'm just trying to stick it through
And for what?
I just want some fucking clarity
Please.

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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...