hurting
why do i ask when the answers cut me to the bone?
why do i torture myself like that?
does it hurt more to know?
or hurt more to allow my brain to run through all the thoughts on its own?
either way my heart knows the truth and it just hurts...
and in all this time i still haven't found a way to make it stop hurting
why do i torture myself like that?
does it hurt more to know?
or hurt more to allow my brain to run through all the thoughts on its own?
either way my heart knows the truth and it just hurts...
and in all this time i still haven't found a way to make it stop hurting
posted by conversegirl at 7:26 PM
1 Comments:
Caren, thank you for so eloquently putting yourself out there. This piece is particularly haunting (in the good way - ghosts on display kind of way... love it). You're a HUGE inspiration to me. Keep posting please. XOXOXO.
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