He winces from the pain,
She bleeds from her bruises,
While they watch and laugh together.
It hurts to move.
He wants to slit his wrists,
She cries herself to sleep,
And they have no regrets.
It hurts to blink.
He vows to fight them,
She promises to stand up,
But they hit back harder.
It hurts to breathe.
When he finally cracks,
When she finally screams,
They all begin to cower.
It doesn’t hurt anymore.
There actually comes a point where you become immune to the hurt and pain!
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I think I have attained that stage by now 😉
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I feel like I’m getting there too…
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You will hon, eventually 😍
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Great poem!
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Thank you so much for reading this one Stacey 🙂 ❤
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Wow.
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Thanks for reading dr 😍💛🙋
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Beautiful poem Pia.. I see the intense pain…
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Thanks man for your constant support, 💛💛
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this is absolutely beautiful pia. JUst woooww. loved it.
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Thank youuuu 😊💛💛
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What a beautiful poem. I love the layout of having the three lines then the standalone sentence, as well as the repetition.
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Thank you 💛
l created it that way, looks more sophisticated 😊
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Oh! Wow! This is so beautiful! The image with the thought and the poem!😀
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I had to make the image Rachel 😂
Thanks hon for appreciating my post 💛✨
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Well, it is beautiful! You’re welcome.
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😍💛💛
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