It Kills Me to...

THIS IS NOT PERSONAL, BELIEVE ME. BUT IT IS TRUE. I WROTE IT AS IF I WERE THE CHARACTER

 Hurt is more than physical.

It Kills Me to SEE- my young black brothers fighting and killing eachother.

Hurt is more than mental.

It Kills Me to HEAR- my young peers put eachother down with their verbal abuse.

 

When I hurt it is all mental, physical, and emotional...

My hurt is never normal...

I habe been hurt so many times in my 12 year life, that I feel like it is ,ore advance than anyone else's.

AND

It Kills Me to feel- alone, doubted, unwanted, disrespected, and alone.

I need someone to believe in me even if it is a stranger, a random boy, my younger sister, or the missing father figure in my. Even you can believe in me if you want to.

 

But, later is always too late because my physical, mental, and emotional pain three hours ago has killed me away.