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Hurt

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that’s real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar’s chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here

what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt

I will let you down
I will make you hurt

if I could start again
a million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

I really liked this song when Nine Inch Nails did it. Really liked it. But then one day flipping through channels I stumbled upon Bravo videos and watched Johnny Cash just weeks after June died sitting at a piano in a room lined with photographs from his life with June staring at a picture of her standing on the piano top and singing Hurt. It broke my heart. I only saw the video a few times before he died. I like Nine Inch Nails, but when Johnny sings Hurt I’m always brought to tears.

Mood: melancholy and wanting to visit uncle marcus
Drinking: tea, organic orange pekoe (because it’s the only tea i have with caffeine)
Listening To: Hurt, Johnny Cash
Hair: copper top

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