Sometimes I wonder when the hurt will go away. And I wonder if it'll slip away like the last breath from a dying body, or if it will rush away, cowardice forcing its speed to increase as it sprints ahead- away forever.
I wonder if maybe,
the hurt doesn't actually
exist.
But all it takes to sever your hope
is one eyeful of Hell;
the catching whim of destruction
and demolition,
embedded in that one particular glare
from someone who was meant to love you
to remind you that hope was the non-existence, the ghost,
and that hurt
(that kept you awake into the AM)
was always there in the darkest moments of your short pathetic life.
YOU ARE READING
how i survived
Poetry"ᵞᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴬ ᵀᴱᴱᴺᴬᴳᴱ ᴴᵁᴿᴿᴵᶜᴬᴺᴱ. ᴬᴺᴰ ᵞᴼᵁ'ᴿᴱ ᴳᴼᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴼ ᴰᴱˢᵀᴿᴼᵞ ᴱᵛᴱᴿᵞᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᶜᴿᴼˢˢᴱˢ ᵞᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴬᵀᴴ." 錐 Trigger Warning ≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧≧ Hayley Raine is missing, and no one knows where s...
