Everyday I am home crying.
And everyday I feel like dying.
Its because of you All.
As to why I feel so small.
You couldn't care or see.
Of all the damage you've done to me.
I'm hurting and in tears.
I haven't laughed in years.
You tear me up and spit me out.
I say something, you only pout.
I can't stand you near me.
I just want to feel free.
You doubt my work, crush my hope.
I step up my level but nope.
You still don't see I'm great.
And for you I do not hate.
I'll hurt you one day soon.
Be your inevitable doom.
Rain on your dreams.
Hear your terrible screams.
But all that is in my head.
My wrists that you bled.
Bled dry of pain and horror.
I can't even look in the mirror.
You shamed my body.
Taunted me till I was bloody.
My eyes hurt and dry.
But more still you make me cry.
I have feelings and I'm alive.
Without you my life could thrive.
But I'm low and dead.
Your presence is what I dread.
I'm calling for help before...
I close the door.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poem -Hurt
PoetryI've been through so much. This shows a deeper insight of a struggling and pained person in just a short paragraph. The feelings and emotions built up, coming out in form.
