![]() (Itai)A Poem by Reika![]() Hurt. It's how I was feeling at the time, I was just pouring words out. Not really thinking about it much.![]() Please No CSS I'm hurt. Simply said, not too complicated, it's just that, I'm hurt. Whatever I do and say, I just can't get out from the way I feel. I feel alone. My words, useless; My actions, shot down. It surprises me how you can do this. It surprises me how I can't just brush it off like everything else; How your words and your actions, no matter how small and insignificant they are, no matter how much I try not to care, are like bullets ripping through my heart, squeezing my lungs and crushing my mind; How no matter how hard I try, tears begin to form, my breath becomes short, and I curl up into a ball on my bed weeping; pleading with whoever hears me to make the pain subside. It hurts to say that I've cried over you too many times and that I would do it over again if I had to; that even after all you've put me through I can't just throw in my towel and tell you that I hate you, because I don't; Because I can't You shoot me down, then you pick me up again, you shoot me down, then pick me up again. It's all too familiar to me now. You take me on this emotional roller coaster ride, through this labyrinth of feelings torn between love and hate. Although hate is something I don't have. I wish I could hate you. I wish I could hate you. I wish I could I wish I could I wish I could.
But I don't. I can't.
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Added on June 29, 2008Last Updated on June 29, 2008 Author![]() ReikaKanagawa, JapanAboutMy heart sings a gentle song and whispers softly in your ear and your ear alone I'm not the best writer in the world. Hell, I'm not even close to decent. But I love writing, none the less. W.. more..Writing
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