Make Me Hurt

Make Me Hurt

The life i knew
is crumbling beneath my feet
it's like i'm a baby again
just learning how to speak

so please just give me pain
the bruises i can see
just let me hurt
and without any sympathy

punch me, kick me
make my blood pour
and if i cry, don't stop
it just means i want more

don't worry about the tears
they aren't from the pain
because on the inside i'm laughing
this is just one big game

see, my hearts already broken
the only thing left is to bleed
so when the tears stop coming and i'm motionless
that's when you can leave

I havent been able to write in awhile, my mind is blank and im going through...well some of the bumpy parts of life this is what i came up good i no:P.... say what you think:)...

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i really like the poem, even though it is sad.
physical pain is so much easier to deal with than emotional pain, just like how for me anger is easier to deal with than sadness.
i found it hard to write for a while, well poetry any way, so i am now keeping a kinda journal aswell. it helps me to make sense of the thoughs in my mind.

keep strong. every cloud has a silver lining.

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Nostalgia is only made worse over time, if only we could go back to a time when we werent nostalgic.