Don’t tell me to stop hurting, or that things will be the same.
I feel like an injured animal ensnared in a vicious game.
Time doesn’t heal all wounds, or my heart wouldn’t ache so,
and I wouldn’t feel like shouting “Why did she have to go?”
Don’t tell me to stop crying, or that things will soon be fine,
for there isn’t any mending for this broken heart of mine.
I feel like all security has been stripped from me.
This aching heart now exposed for all the world to see.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.07 seconds at 5:25pm on Nov 24, 2024 via server WEBX1.