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These Desires
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Sad poems I wish I could cut the hurt out of me. Just slice open the flesh and lever it out like a splinter. Even though it isn't solid, isn't 'real', even though I know it's wrong, I can't stop these desires from washing through me. I wish I could just stick a blade in and let it pour out. I can't. But I'll keep trying. Even if one day it kills me.
Does it ever occur to you that I am deeply hurt?
Do you ever wonder why I don’t cry?
Do any of you even consider that maybe I hide?
Does nobody hear the words I don’t say?
No?
Shame.
Goodbye.
Am i the only one that notices? am i the only one that you can conide in where we are and the only reason you can confide in me, is because i know the truth, i know what its like? because i do it too?!