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Apr 2016
if you asked me how it hurts,
i'd answer simply
that it doesn't
that nothing is wrong and I am
perfectly fine
but in actuality
I am a walking chasm
a deep gaping hole
that nobody wants to fall into
and those who love me
must feel so much shame
that they have to
take care of this mess
and if you asked me how it hurts
if you really wanted to know
i'd tell you
it hurts like smiling all day, laughing,
and coming home and attempting
to cry myself to sleep
and when that doesn't work, ill
let the drugs do the job
it hurts like waking up in the middle of the night
willing God
or whoever
to please, please not wake me up in the morning
it hurts in my chest, I guess that's why they call it
heartbreak
so don't ask me how it hurts
if you don't want to hear
that it hurts so bad, i think i might
die
kylie formella
Written by
kylie formella  Courtland, Virginia
(Courtland, Virginia)   
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