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Odd how a body can ache for pain
Every muscle can tense in wanting
For ripped out teeth and the pain of salt in cuts
That dig deeper than bone
Tears that sting eyes just as bad
The pain of weakness
Helplessness
Hoplessness
Worthlessness
The pain of lonliness you say I don't know
The pain of suffering you say I haven't felt
Maybe my heart hasn't grown a thick skin
But i can tell you that on the inside
My heart is bloody and calloused
You can judge teenage heartbreak however you want
But that's not what this is
Go ahead, say I'm naive; I won't disagree
For I know i haven't experienced
A fraction of the hurt
I could have by now
But this is not for attention
Or even most others'
The pain is not adolesence
Nor heartbreak nor fears
This is just my slow lonely wallowing
In my tub full of tears