The inner pain of a tortured soul - I Hurt
I Hurt
I hurt, life is so hard, the pain never ends, its felt so
deep.one false motion and my life will seep through my
fingers. There is no fun, no joy, and no laughter.only
the sorrow in my ever-after. Unknown is all I have, reality
has left me to dwell on what I once was. The hell of yesterday
gone by is now nothing more then a pebble on an ocean beach,
joined by more new-found reasons of despair.
I hurt, the pain slashing at me from inside out, slicing
through all that is me, what makes me who I am. I am no longer
the self that I once was, the face is there, the body is still
whole, but Im loosing memoment by moment, till only an
empty shell remains.
I hurt, when I look in the mirror all I see is sadness, a smile
may be shown outside, inside the tears flow endlessly.
I try to contain them, to hide them from those who see me.
The persona still remains, but its just not me. Each fake
expression rips another part of me, opens another wound,
filling me with bile, repulsive feelings of self. The pain
surges to the surface, so hard to hold at bay.
I hurt, for reasons unknown to me. Everything is dark, cast
in shadows, no bright light showing me the way. The walls
close in, crushing me with silence, loneliness. I feel
as though my eyes are closed, yet they are openseeing everything
but nothing is felt.
A flowers bloom I no longer desire to
take in its scent, a childs laughter passes upon deaf ears.
I hurt, yearn for tendernessto feel loving, caring arms
wrap around me, just to hold me, rock, and cradleto tell
me all is right. When will the pain ever end? When will the
tears stop running over? When can I smile and not have it
be an external lie? When will the pain go awaywhen I do?...because
it hurts.