Hurt
The scrapes
I didn’t question.
The bruises
I didn’t see.
The hurt
I didn’t notice.
The reactions
I thought were jokes.
The lies
I thought, were for attention.
The threats too.
But now each dot
has been connected.
Abuse
or does she
really want attention?
Stuck between
a rock
and a hard place.
I can’t say a word,
the topic too unstable.
If I’m right,
I hope I’m not.
If I’m wrong,
life goes on.
The End
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Hurt, which
was posted on Feb 6, 2011 by
Pigfarts.
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"A collection of poems I have written about hurting, pain, and confusion."
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