Hurt that lives on the inside,
feeding off the feelings,
of not humbleness, but pride.
It seeps in slowly,
settling in your bones,
it turns your heart into a stone.
It makes you feel all good inside,
but it's playing tricks inside your mind.
Where your heart used to be,
there is now a black hole.
It's smothered the goodness that was burning in your soul.
It's turned you into something your not.
It's made the goodness die and rot.
You can never be yourself again.
You've benn twisted, and you've snapped,
and now you are broken.
