"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Monday, February 15, 2010

I now know what a punching bag feels like
and I must remind myself to breathe.
I wait for numbness to relieve me of this
sadness and aching.
Help!
Sticks and stones may break my bones...
but why are your words hurting me?

1 comment:

  1. what's wrong? two intense posts right after each other...

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