THE HURT

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And so I rubbed my eyes
Hoping they wouldn't notice
The colour of blood it has taken
I want to be alone and cry
Cause sometimes you just have to let it all go
The storm which you hide in your soul
And sometimes I wonder
How it would've been if things were different
The freedom which I would get
The affection I would get-
- I longed for that at nights
And so I faked a smile
And laughed when they told jokes
Which were probably not jokes
But one tells jokes which are lame
And others pretend to laugh too
Aren't you supposed to laugh too?
I can feel myself drift apart
From the one whose blood
I have in mine
Who suffered all the pain
Just to let O2 pass in my body
Whose skeletons made mine
And how he nearly just donated
Half of his life in a way
Just to watch me smile
And yet still, it feels so wrong
Even though it sounds perfect
I need the affection others give
To their own worlds
And it's not like I could live without him
Or I don't love him anymore
I would tear out my skin
Just to make sure he's alright
But still I watch as
Both of our eyes get wet
From hurting the other so much
It made us bleed
But then why did we fall apart?
I could still hear the cries and muffles
Of his tears from the next room
And it's not like we do not have happy times
We do have and we'll have plenty more
But I could never have the man
I dreamt to support by side
I talk about sex freely with him
And he helps me in my writing
But darling don't you see the Bridge that's started to creak?
I would forever, ever in your arms
Clung to you a million times
When we sleep on the same bed
But don't you think
I have got an identity of myself too?
I have opinions which differ from yours
I have an unrealistic ego
Which I let go sometimes
And then we both go wrong
Look in different ways
But just because you looked in that direction
Isn't going to seprate our paths
I wish you would be a little patient
And yeah, I'll be too
And just fulfill my wishes
The way I fulfill yours
Cause time's ticking, beloved one
And I might never know
If you or I would ever regret
When we say goodbye to each other
On the cemetery floor

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