simone neal Poems

Why do i feel like a piece of me is leaving?

The one person i'm born to follow.
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I feel the way cement looks after 10 years.

Worn down to the point that i need to renew myself.
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Nobody knows how it feels to be hurt.
Not hurt by love, not hurt by jealously, but hurt by rumors and harassment.
Nobody knows how it feels to be hurt but me because I’m the one going through it.
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She runs into the house up the stairs and ran in her bedroom.
She’s sitting on the floor rocking back and forward back and forward
She stands up walk slowly into her bathroom.
She’s thinking about the teenagers at school and how they were picking on her. She searching for her razor “where is my razor” she finds her razor in the medicine cabinet and slowly starts to cut herself;
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Just friends, lover no more.
Just friends but not like before to think of what we've been and not to kiss again.
Is like pretending it isn't the ending.
Two friends - drifting apart
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These memories are haunting; they sting like getting a paper cut.
Remembering the way you used to touch me makes me want to slit my wrist.
You wonder why i write about suicide and death... because these memories of you bring those thoughts along, like too many clothes packed in a suitcase wishing to set out.
Blades are left tami shed by memories I have about you, they twist my mind into this labyrinth.
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