sometimes I want to scream at you
I want to rip the hair out of my skull, hoping to pull the part of my brain that remembers you along with it
sometimes I want to beg for you
I want to get on my two knees and plead for your love and assurance until my skin bleeds and my limbs turn numb
sometimes I want to cry because of you
I want to show you the scars on my heart so you can finally understand the wounds you have caused
sometimes I want to tell you I hate you
I want to hurt you the way you have been hurting me, if only my words actually mattered to you
if only I mattered to you
or at least sometimes
YOU ARE READING
the hurting / the healing
Poetry[ poetry bundle ] If there's anything I've learned these past 20 years, it's that life is never perfect. Some days are harder than others. Some days I feel so utterly happy that I fall in love with being alive. Others I feel so empty and tired it se...
