Hurt

another jumbled mess of emotions

From the ouside looking in,
you'd think by now, I'd have thicker skin.
Beaten, bruised and bleeding badly,
I never thought I'd be this sadly.

I think, I feel, I hurt, I cry,
physically I want to die.
Broken ,crushed, I feel the pain,
mentaly, I'm going insane.

Not once, not twice, but everytime,
broken hearts should be a crime.
Deep inside I hide my shame,
not knowing who or what to claim.

My heart it follows loves beaten path,
and everytime I feel it's wrath.
I don't know why it's been unkindly,
and still I go following blindly.

I hope one day it will end,
maybe then my heart can mend.
Until then here I sit and stay,
I think it will always be this way.