Kathryn Dee Poems

The numbness,
the pain,
the hurt.
Boils under my skin,
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Better grab your pick, but not to chip at ice.
Better grab your hammer; you're really not so nice.
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Chip away my happy days, and my peaceful nights.
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My heart is not a toy, neither is my mind.
I’m tired of your games, so I’m leaving you behind.
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You never treated me right, but I ignored that fact.
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You see, I’m always hurting; you see I’m always crying.
And although I look so happy, you see, I’m always dying.
And yet, you never ask; you never say a word.
You always let me cry, and die; you always let me hurt.
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