Hurt

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Crusted eyes over some morning bell

When was the last I fell asleep?

Bring myself up, shuffle along the walls

I feel as though I'm on repeat

 

I try to smile past the withering pain

But I fail to find any light

I've got reasons plenty just to be

But I dont think I really care

And its hurting me

 

Convince me that there is an end

Tell me that I'll be alright

And let me etch all these promises

Deep inside

 

I want to feel as if I am whole

And to see color once again

And to love the new sights to see

But I'm too tired, so tired

And its hurting me

 

 

All the love I can get

Doesnt seem to warm me

Winter has taken my mind

 

There is a fog that invades inside

And wraps its claws on everything

And the feeling only hurts me

 

 

I can write my little words

Scratch them on some paper

And let the world read my thoughts

Maybe they would understand

 

I can speak my truth without filter

Reveal the core within my skin

I can hope that this would've set me free

But I can't find any reprieve in the end

And its hurting me

 

 

Disassociate from reality

And forget what it means to live

Or if I ever did

 

And look at the pale reflection

Feel the numbness take its hold

And find that to be is hurting me

 

And as I stare into the distance

Imagining of all that could be

A hopeful wish that only hurts me

 

 

I know you care

That much will always be true

You only want the best that I could be

But I have no place in this world

And its hurting me

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  • sorenbarrett

    To feel that one has no place in the world is a strong statement and one that is quite sad. Nicely penned

  • turningpoint

    well thought out seems to be true for some or all



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