Sunday 30 April 2017

Hurt



There are 3 Forms of Hurt :

The Hurt That Heals


The Hurt That He Accommodates


And,

The Hurt That is Not Felt

Of These, only the last is deadly.



I Hurt myself 2day 
2 C if I still feel 
I focus on the pain 
The only thing that's real 
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting 
Try 2 kill it all away 
But I remember every thing 



What have I become 
My sweetest friend 
Everyone I know goes away 
In the end 
And U could have it all 
My empire of dirt 
I will let you down 
I will make U Hurt 

I wear this Crown of Thorns 
Upon my liar's chair 
Full of broken thoughts 
I cannot repair 
Beneath the stains of time 
The feelings disappear 
U are someone else 
I am still right here 

What have I become 
My sweetest friend 
Everyone I know goes away 
In the end 
And you could have it all 
My Empire of Dirt 
I will let you down 
I will make U Hurt 

If I could start again 
A million miles a way 
I would keep my self 
I would find a way....

Some Day This Pain Will Be Useful to You

Keep Praying

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