Hurting and Dying

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Hurting and Dying

  I sit here with the music on high and still I hear nothing all I hear is crying and something fall from my hand. I notice that I’m the one who is crying I look down at the floor and there’s a razor with blood on it but who’s I look at my arms and there’s blood my blood…..

My family is hurting by what I do to myself, there crying and disappointment in their voices I do not hear. I can’t hear anything around me all I hear is the slow beating of my heart when I put the razor to my arm, but I still feel nothing…..

My soul is dieing; my body is hurting and suffering…..

Every night I wish my suffering and the suffering I’m giving will just end one day. Would anybody even miss me if I leave this world forever and never come back? This world would be better without me init…..

My soul, my body, and my mind are dieing…..

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lunamarie commented on Hurting and Dying

09-30-2009

Dear Dangerous, yes .......... bits of this poem remind me of many of my poems ... sometimes just to have someone listen can help ... Luna

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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