Poems from the Hurt

Poems from the Hurt

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Excerpts ~~ 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 quite frankly I've found no remedy No solution to end my enemy No bandage to my wounds I know I've been sitting in this tub too long because my fingers and toes are pruned ~~ Highest ranks #1 in poem collection (8/14/2018) #1 rhyming (8/16/2018) #1 in poetry (8/16/2018) #1 in my poems (8/16/2018) #2 in spoken word poetry(8/20/2018) I can't believe it! xoxo Generally discusses the problematic life of a teen, and the feelings and experiences that arise when growing up, some stronger than others. WARNING ⚠️ Depression and suicide may be mentioned.
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For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

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