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Swelling and drowning I feel it coming on again I can’t stop it anymore and it’s swallowing me whole I let it take me away because it’s so much easier to drift than fight to stay. I slowly recover, head pounding from the aftermath But not for long Thinking kills Realization hurts Breathing becomes jagged I can’t stop it and I let it stir me, wind me, push me, kick me, hit me, punch me I give in Because it’s so much easier to walk around feeling dead than pray for a heartbeat. It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts And I don’t even know why but I let it I ignore the hectic and frantic screams rumbling from inside me I ignore it all because it’s so much easier than to put the effort in and listen I just want to fly away and be the bird Sing my song in the morning and fly away and drift off whenever it hurts Because it hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts But I can’t and I’m stuck Forever dwindling between the scale ranging from hurt to happiness Falling short of okay most days But you mask it with a painted smile and go on Even though it hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts And I don’t have a right to feel it But I do And it won’t go away I ignore it but I’m not who I was It’s not that easy anymore And I hate myself for letting it get to this Because now it hurts When it should feel numb When I was able to feel numb It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts
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Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
It Hurts
Swelling and drowning I feel it coming on again I can’t stop it anymore and it’s swallowing me whole I let it take me away because it’s so much easier to drift than fight to stay. I slowly recover, head pounding from the aftermath But not for long Thinking kills Realization hurts Breathing becomes jagged I can’t stop it and I let it stir me, wind me, push me, kick me, hit me, punch me I give in Because it’s so much easier to walk around feeling dead than pray for a heartbeat. It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts And I don’t even know why but I let it I ignore the hectic and frantic screams rumbling from inside me I ignore it all because it’s so much easier than to put the effort in and listen I just want to fly away and be the bird Sing my song in the morning and fly away and drift off whenever it hurts Because it hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts But I can’t and I’m stuck Forever dwindling between the scale ranging from hurt to happiness Falling short of okay most days But you mask it with a painted smile and go on Even though it hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts And I don’t have a right to feel it But I do And it won’t go away I ignore it but I’m not who I was It’s not that easy anymore And I hate myself for letting it get to this Because now it hurts When it should feel numb When I was able to feel numb It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts It hurts
alexa-mary
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alexa-mary
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
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