Hidden Hurt, What Am I Worth? - Poem by Paul Cornell
She hurts, why does she hurt?
She cries, why does she cry?
She hides, why does she hide?
She cuts, why does she cut?
She’s strong, but really so weak,
Her eyes can take you so deep.
Her pain, she privately weeps,
She chooses to bleed for release.
She’s alive but cant feel a thing,
She’s numb until she’s with him.
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