Cuts to hide my blurry past,
Cuts to keep the future at bay,
Razors replace my friends most days,
For all the hurts, I make myself pay.
Memories I'd much rather forget,
Emptiness that burns into my soul,
Days melt into months melt into years,
Will I never crawl out of this hole?
I hurt myself on the outside to make up for the inside,
To make visible the pain you cannot see,
For sticks and stones might break my bones,
But your words will ALWAYS hurt me.
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Written June 23rd, 2006
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This is a powerful piece. The things we say can hurt by thoughtless people. This was my favorite part: "I hurt myself on the outside to make up for the inside,
To make visible the pain you cannot see,
For sticks and stones might break my bones,
But your words will ALWAYS hurt me." I wrote a poem called "Words" which holds a similar theme. -
this is my fav part --- hurt myself on the outside to make up for the inside ...keep up the good work...
always,
dieing romantically
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thank you very much
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really good
wow...i really liked ur poem
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