An explosion in my side,
It hurts so much I’d gladly die.
I close my eyes and pretend it’s not there,
Even if I said something, no one would care.
I’m not pretty, talented or nice,
Jeez, I’m barley even liked.
I don’t need anyone’s help,
Let me deal with this personalhell.
I double over, and scream in pain,
But only when I’m alone, no one can see me this way.
They’ll view me as weak, something I’m not,
But this pain feels like I have been shot.
I try to push it away with my mind,
It doesn’t work and I’m close to crying.
I didn’t cry when my hand hit the hot stove,
I didn’t cry when I saw my own bone.
I’ve had broken limbs and tried to walk it off,
I’ll just sit here and wait to rot.
Slowly, slowly, the pain fades,
And I fear I may be too late.
But if death is my future, I will meet him politely,
And probably smile at the irony.
I crawl out of my little, dark space,
And act like nothing happened, everything is in its place.
But sooner or later it will come again,
I just wonder How Will It End?
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