I Hurt

by Lauren Beam   Oct 14, 2014


I HURT.
I HURT FROM THE INSIDE.
I HURT FROM THE OUTSIDE.
I HURT LISTENING TO MY OWN VOICE.
I HURT LOOKING AT MY OWN REFLECTION IN THE MIRROR.
I HURT LISTENING TO MY INNER THOUGHTS.
I HURT BEING ALONE WITH MYSELF.
INSIDE.
OUTSIDE.
I HURT WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.
I HURT WHEN I'M AWAKE.
I HURT WHEN I'M ASLEEP.
WHEN I'M ASLEEP THE HURT BECOMES STRONGER,
THE DEMONS COME OUT.
THERE IS NO WAY TO STOP THEM.
THEY LOVE TO SEE ME HURT.
THEY LOVE TO FEEL ME HURT.
THEY LOVE TO HEAR ME HURT.
THEY WOULD KILL TO SEE ME FALL.
BUT I WONT.
BECAUSE I HURT TOO MUCH TO.

L.M.M. Oct. 8th, 2014

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