Sometimes I hurt and don't know why
Sometimes I hurt and want to cry
Sometimes I hurt and I just want to die
I hurt in my mind heart and soul
And no one knows
I mean they know I hurt
But they'll never be able to ever fully understand the depth in which I hurt
Sometimes I don't fully understand the depth of my hurt
Not only until I'm in my bed at night crying wishing to have a person to confide in do I feel my true hurt
You know this hurt is a pain I could never describe
This hurt is wanting to die and live all in the same thought
This hurt is feeling worthless and worth something at the same time
This hurt is something that I love and hate
But then again maybe I don't love and hate this hurt
Actually I just hate this hurt
I can't love with this hurt
This hurt has caused me to question every truth I've ever known
This hurt has caused me to doubt everyone I've ever known
Hell this hurt has caused me to doubt myself....
I've hurt so much I've lost myself....
I don't know who I am because of this hurt
I can't love with this hurt...
How can I even live with this hurt
I'm worthless with this hurt
Fuck this hurt
- Author: AmayahShalan ( Offline)
- Published: January 8th, 2017 03:42
- Comment from author about the poem: It's just what I was feeling at the moment
- Category: Sad
- Views: 66
Comments4
WELCOME AMAYAH (Beautiful Name) ~ Thank you for your first poem ~ Elegantly penned but with a painful message ~ PAIN. A HURT which prevents you getting on "normally" with your Life and Love. Your name means "Close to God" and in my case (see my latest poem) my relationship with GOD eases the PAIN and lessens the HURT ! Thanking of you ~ praying for you. Your last line is very emphatic and could be the first step on your recovery. Yours BRIAN (UK)
Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work i was a bit nervous about sharing but I feel much better now I'll definitely check out your latest poem
Great write
Thank You
Welcome
You describe it well. Those who don't get it, won't til they're in it. To hurt so much inside that your outside can feel it. -- phoenix
Thanks I tried my best to describe it yet I still don't think I've done the emotion justice I feel so much but don't really know how to put it into words ya know?
Writing is the greatest and most perfect liberator. Expressive writing, at least momentarily, will free you, it will elevate you above that which seeks to chain you to the ground. I know the hurt maybe not your hurt but the hurt I know. "The Beat Goes On" was my, is my cure. I know you know the feeling the "Publish" button produces; the serotonin rush. Keep writing, keep publishing -
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