By Ashley Lynne Street

breathing hurts my lungs
and blinking hurts my eyes
the truth hurts too much,
but there are too many secrets in the lies

receiving is better than giving
to all the selfish ones
me too, that's who i am-
yet, there's so much more i want

i carry my thoughts in a wooden box-
i take them everywhere i go
with all my secrets, my likes, my fears
because i don't want anybody to know

walking hurts my legs
and talking hurts my tongue
but with the blade peeling my skin,
there's no more hurt- i'm done

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