Hurt

With all the emptiness inside

I don’t know what I've become

Take my hand, be my guide

It needs to be done

 

Give me the joy I so desire

Walk into my soul

Prove the rest to be liars

Go ahead, take the floor

 

Like a game of hide and seek

I’m finding what was never there

Helpless.  Lost. Weak

Someone tell me how it’s fair

 

Was the torture too much?

Couldn't you handle the pain?

Tell me did it hurt?

Do you want to go through it again?

Reviews

[muzlamicrayguns]

I think this is my favourite poem, it can just be seen in so many different lights - and it reminds me of pride and prejudice for some really odd reason that I can't quite put my finger on. I love how all your poems have so much depth.