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My Pain This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By Anonymous, Brooklyn, NY

   I told him

I didn't think it was right.

I told him over and over.

He only laughed at me.

I've never hated anything.

I hate that laugh, but I remember

between the blackouts.

I was drunk, and still am,

drunk on anger, sadness, fear.

I think of nothing else.

I don't sleep at night,

it's tearing me apart.

I blink my eyes,

one second it is night

the next, it's early dawn.

I've cried until there was no tear

to fall and drown my thoughts.

I once was pure of body,

I don't recall the change.

Now I'm losing myself.

I'm sorry to share my pain.

I hate asking for help,

admitting weakness.

I hate this,

I hate him,

I think I'm beginning

to hate me.

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2 comment(s)
Stay strong. I've been in your shoes. I love this because it describes what I'm feeling right now. Keep writing.  All my love,  AJFruitninja
Dec. 07, 2012 at 4:47 PM • Report
Awwh :-/ Sorry ...... But Btw This Is Amazingg.. Its Onne Of My Favorites .. Your Great Im About To Click "More of this author" (: Keep Up The Good Work !!
Dec. 07, 2012 at 2:56 PM • Report