January 02, 2000

"It Hurts"
By: Jamie Lauren Wyrick (Sunday, January 02, 2000)

I keep my eyes closed,
the thoughts won't leave,
they just hide,
my heart is burdened,
no where to turn.

Hope is lost,
my soul is dead,
ripped out of flesh,
dropped on a cold stone floor,
fed to the Beast,
that forever hungers.

The suffering,
sleepless nights,
sorrow so awful,
scared of each dawn.

The hurt,
that never goes away,
watching as youth fades,
as hope crashes.

Birds flying freely and serenely,
across skies unfettered,
contemplation from modest height's built by men,
I long to join them,
one step,
then forever free.

Suffering,
sorrow so awful,
embracing each nightfall,
the hurting, the pain,
pictures in my head,
wanting me dead.

Fear comforts me,
darkness is where I belong,
in the darkness I fit in,
I'm not who you think I am,
Do you regret me that?
Why try so hard to change me?
Someday,
peace,
when I die

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