The Hurt
This is my life, the one i picked,
But as of late, it only makes me sick.
Yes i will run, so very soon,
but this i'm afraid,
will be my doom.
With no place to run ,
no place to hide,
very soon, i will die.
The hurt and the pain, i can endure no more,
The threat of more loss, lets the grief soar.
What did i do, where did i go wrong,
I have tried my hardest, to stay strong.
But strength i have , this no more.
My heart bleeds, as it is tore.
hugs
snowflake
