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I spent my formative years in Japan, and danced in the Royal kabuke theatre in Tokyo and Sasabo. I am originally from Los Angeles, but …
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buckettears Jul 2019
it hurts
buckettears
Jul 2019
Dear life,
It hurts when my "friends" call me names.
It hurts when they steal my lunch, even though it's half an apple.
It hurts when they tear my torn bag off my body.
It hurts when they rip it apart into shreds.
It hurts when bullies punch me.
It hurts when they push me to the ground.
It hurts when they kick me.?It hurts when I go home.
It hurts when I climb into the bed.
It hurts when I hear Dad coming back.
It hurts when I know he's probably robbed someone.
It hurts when I hear the screams.
It hurts when I know I can't do anything about it.
It hurts when I try to do something about it.
It hurts when I see my bruises.
It hurts when I see my mother's bruises.
It hurts when I see my sister's bruises.
It hurts when I know that they aren't getting the life that they deserve.
It hurts when I think about giving them the life that they deserve.
It hurts when I try to give them the life that they deserve.
It hurts when I see Dad hitting my mother.
It hurts when I see Dad hitting my sister.
It hurts when Dad hits me.
It hurts when I think about the life I had.
It hurts when I think about the life I have.
It hurts when I think about ending this life.
It hurts when I think about leaving my mother and my sister.
It hurts when I think.
It hurts when I dig the knife into my arm.
It hurts when I feel the drops of blood dripping from my ***** arm.
It hurts when I take the gun off the shelf.
It hurts when I check the bullets.
It hurts when I point it at my head.
It hurts when I put my index finger on the trigger.
It hurts when I pull the trigger.
Sincerely,
A girl who knows hurt like the back of her hand.
It hurts when my "friends" call me names.
It hurts when they steal my lunch, even though it's half an apple.
It hurts when they tear my torn bag off my body.
It hurts when they rip it apart into shreds.
It hurts when bullies punch me.
It hurts when they push me to the ground.
It hurts when they kick me.?It hurts when I go home.
It hurts when I climb into the bed.
It hurts when I hear Dad coming back.
It hurts when I know he's probably robbed someone.
It hurts when I hear the screams.
It hurts when I know I can't do anything about it.
It hurts when I try to do something about it.
It hurts when I see my bruises.
It hurts when I see my mother's bruises.
It hurts when I see my sister's bruises.
It hurts when I know that they aren't getting the life that they deserve.
It hurts when I think about giving them the life that they deserve.
It hurts when I try to give them the life that they deserve.
It hurts when I see Dad hitting my mother.
It hurts when I see Dad hitting my sister.
It hurts when Dad hits me.
It hurts when I think about the life I had.
It hurts when I think about the life I have.
It hurts when I think about ending this life.
It hurts when I think about leaving my mother and my sister.
It hurts when I think.
It hurts when I dig the knife into my arm.
It hurts when I feel the drops of blood dripping from my ***** arm.
It hurts when I take the gun off the shelf.
It hurts when I check the bullets.
It hurts when I point it at my head.
It hurts when I put my index finger on the trigger.
It hurts when I pull the trigger.
Sincerely,
A girl who knows hurt like the back of her hand.
Diamond Dahl Jul 2013
What Hurts
Diamond Dahl
Jul 2013
"Write hard and clear about what hurts." -- Ernest Hemingway
It hurts that my grandmother might not be around for my wedding
It hurts that my grandfather may be, but may not remember it
It hurts that I live so far my from people I love
It hurts knowing they will hurt when I tell them I want to move clear across the country
It hurts that I am stuck here, facing people I would rather avoid
It hurts that a place I called home has turned on me
It hurts more that I may be imagining they have turned on me
It hurts to think I may have disappointed the first person to give me a chance
It hurts that people I once called friends will speak so bitterly about me
It hurts that, ten months later, I so strongly miss someone who melds perfectly with us
It hurts that she would rather run than even attempt to see what it's like
It hurts that she may act so calm, as if nothing happened
It hurts that her facade is so strong, while mine crumbles at the sight of her
It hurts that the longer we go on, the more we risk becoming "that creepy older couple"
It hurts that it hurts him, when I still speak of wanting another
It hurts that I would not be complete without one or the other
It hurts that so many friends are married, and growing families
It hurts that I will have to defend my own choices in growing mine
It hurts that I must defend my family to my family
It hurts that so many people work the job that pays the bills, and the job they really love
It hurts that the job I love must be revealed strategically
It hurts that who I am must be revealed strategically
It hurts anticipating the hurt that will come from that judgement
It hurts when I try to broaden my horizons, and I can see the hurt in my best friend's eyes
It hurts watching people not fulfill their full potential
It hurts watching people work so hard, but still gain so little
It hurts working so hard in my job, becoming so tired that my joy, my passion falls by the wayside
It hurts that we work so hard for things that do not truly comfort us
It hurts that we take so little for granted
It hurts that we take so many for granted
It hurts that my grandmother might not be around for my wedding
It hurts that my grandfather may be, but may not remember it
It hurts that I live so far my from people I love
It hurts knowing they will hurt when I tell them I want to move clear across the country
It hurts that I am stuck here, facing people I would rather avoid
It hurts that a place I called home has turned on me
It hurts more that I may be imagining they have turned on me
It hurts to think I may have disappointed the first person to give me a chance
It hurts that people I once called friends will speak so bitterly about me
It hurts that, ten months later, I so strongly miss someone who melds perfectly with us
It hurts that she would rather run than even attempt to see what it's like
It hurts that she may act so calm, as if nothing happened
It hurts that her facade is so strong, while mine crumbles at the sight of her
It hurts that the longer we go on, the more we risk becoming "that creepy older couple"
It hurts that it hurts him, when I still speak of wanting another
It hurts that I would not be complete without one or the other
It hurts that so many friends are married, and growing families
It hurts that I will have to defend my own choices in growing mine
It hurts that I must defend my family to my family
It hurts that so many people work the job that pays the bills, and the job they really love
It hurts that the job I love must be revealed strategically
It hurts that who I am must be revealed strategically
It hurts anticipating the hurt that will come from that judgement
It hurts when I try to broaden my horizons, and I can see the hurt in my best friend's eyes
It hurts watching people not fulfill their full potential
It hurts watching people work so hard, but still gain so little
It hurts working so hard in my job, becoming so tired that my joy, my passion falls by the wayside
It hurts that we work so hard for things that do not truly comfort us
It hurts that we take so little for granted
It hurts that we take so many for granted
**** you Hemingway
24 July 2013
24 July 2013