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Hurts


Things for which I feel guilt

Things I did

Without any bad intention

Because of my lack of reflection

It kills me

To hear them mentioned

They can't be taken back

 

Fuck things up

I always do

I have no luck

With my idiotic brain

Making every ignorant desicion

Because I can't stop and think

"This is a bad idea"

 

I'm sorry for real

For the bonds I've killed

I drown in self loathing

I can't stand not knowing

The true morality of my action

How bad I truly stabbed you

And how much you hurt

 

Believe me please

I didn't mean to...

 

It hurts to hurt too

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Comments (1)

Em Anekaf
<p>The picture makes this poem leap off the page. Reading it with that image in my head made me so much more sympathetic to the speaker. Good idea to include it and good job tackling a tricky topic.</p>

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