Hurt

A collection of poems I have written about hurting, pain, and confusion.

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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