It Hurts

To know I'm under appreciated.

To know that I'm not the better choice.

To have a migraine.

To be standing on a fracture.

To be waiting for you, never to come.

To be forgotten by you, never to call.

To pretend that it doesn't hurt.

To show that it doesn't hurt.

To be alone.

To be afraid.

To be me.

To be you.

Cléa wrote from on September 17, 2008 at 09:36 and said:

All these things hurt but hurtful memories eventually pass.
I don’t understand the “To be you” part.

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Edrei wrote from on September 17, 2008 at 11:33 and said:

Cléa: We can’t always emulate other people in the hopes that their traits make us better people. Even if we grow to become better people, it hurts to be who they are.

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chuck norris wrote from on September 18, 2008 at 00:05 and said:

You just reminded my on one poem from Bukowski. Although they style is completely different, you two are saying the same thing.

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almost loved wrote from on September 19, 2008 at 11:59 and said:

Sometimes the hurt just goes away and you’re left to wonder why you even cared in the first place. Other times, it’ll just keep being a dull, nagging pain. Either way, life goes on.

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Edrei wrote from on September 19, 2008 at 20:58 and said:

Almost Loved: The price of being vindictive is that the pain burns on and the only thing you wonder at the end of the day is how you managed to survive all these years carrying that hurt.

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