Thoughts of a Scripturient

Hurting

I thought I was fine

I thought I've accepted it

But no matter how hard I try

It still hurts inside.

I hope you understand

Just how hurt I am

I hope you understand

Just how broken I am.

If only the wounds,

Could be healed fast

Bound in chains

Stuck in the past.

Broken in the inside

Smiling on the outside

Crying with the rain

Slowly dying from the pain.