The Type of Hurt Only I Know

To feel the hand of another person against you...
Hurts

To remember everyday that you don't remember...
Hurts

To feel the burn of alcohol or a cigarette down you throat...
Hurts

To hear words and voices in your head...
Hurts

To remember painful days... Hurts

To live through painful days... Hurts

To not speak... Hurts

The fact that I hurt myself doesn't mean it hurts, it just proves how numb I am from so much hurt

I live in pain everyday
Faking a smile
If I could win a prize for best actor
I could win

I'm not stupid
Cause a stupid person can't expres,
or say what I say

But I'm a coward
And that...

HURTS!
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A poem of my real life and my depression. My psychiatric problems. My life.