It hurts to see him cry
For he never does
It hurts to see him sad
For he fakes happiness for me
It hurts to see his cuts
For they remind me of my own
It hurts to see him drink
For it shows me he can't handle it
It hurts for him to talk about her
For I know I'll never be like her
It hurts to show him my scars
For I think they make me feel less beautiful.
It hurts so badly to be with him sometimes
But I know
That we love each other
And that no matter how much I hurt
He always heals me
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Poems by a Broken One
RandomPoems for the broken. The ones that hate themselves, and everyone around them. The ones that are outcast or weirdos. The ones that hate themselves, the ones the want to die. The ones that cut, or purge, or starve. These are poems written by the brok...
