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My Pain.
My pain is like a stab to the heart.
My pain is like a knife to a bloody wrist.
Its like poison in the vein.
It kills me slowly and painfully.
I run from it, but I can't hide from it.
Everywhere I go it finds me.
I can try not to show it but it alway seems to find it way to the surface.
When it shows then everyone is miserable.
I can try to talk to someone.
But it always make it worse for me.
Everyone who trys to help I push them away.
Because I don't want them to get hurt.
And everyone who askes if I'm ok I say I'm fine.
Because I don't want them to see.
It's to humiliating.
poem
by
Shannon Welch
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