Dead Inside

My Hurt

No one feels the hurt I feel
'cuz I hide it so well.

The many years of keeping it in
has taught me so much.

I've learned the hard way
that no one cares.

So I pretend to be tough.
But inside I'm like a diamond:

Rough and edgy
but bright at first glance.

I can laugh
when really I'm crying.

And I know how to dance
when I feel like I'm dying.

My hurt isn't something worth explaining;
it isn't like Cancer and worth curing.

It isn't visible to the world
but hiding from everyone.

It's with me always
because you force it upon me.

My hurt is so strong
that I can't tell right from wrong.

The pain is so real
that I cry myself to sleep.

My hurt comes from you
since you passed it to me.

You took it from your heart
and thrust it into me.

My hurt is yours
but I treat it as mine.

It takes my dreams
and turns them into nightmares.

It's the lightening
during the storm.

The thunder,
screaming before.

It pours down rain
and drowns me in terror.

I slip in the puddles
adding more to the sorrow.

It gives me misery
with no silver lining.

My hurt isn't predictable
except for the distress it gives.

You can't find it on any map
because of the desolation.

My hurt is piling up:
for years I've kept it.

And no one's seen the hurt I feel
'cuz I hide it so well.

I don't dare share it
for it belongs only to me.

And I doubt anyone would help me carry it,
so I shed the tears and endure the hurt, my hurt, instead.