The Hurt
Not since I was young have I felt a hurt such as this, at the words of strangers,
Call me a liar, a fake, a whore - you don't know my story.
Inside I curl into myself, I fold and break and hide -
the glass of my own mirror cutting into my organs.
The tears forming in my eyes unable to be reined back in.
Oh f**K it hurts - they cut and slash and slice with their words.
And I know that I let them win, this is just what they want,
they want to hurt me deeper than my skin - and I let them.
Maggots eating away my flesh, leaving me a bag of broken bones -
they are the maggots and my insides are their home.
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