Truth (poetry's)

Hurt

Sometimes someone hurts you so bad,
That it stops hurting at all.
Until something makes you feel again
And then it all comes back
Every word
Every hurt
Every moment
How could you ever understand where I come from?
Even if you ask,
Even if you listen,
You do not really hear or see or feel.
You don't remember my story,
You haven't walked my path,
You haven't seen what I've seen.
My past defines me,
This is who i am.
I am unsee, unheard, unwanted,
That is what I am,
If even I am anything.
It seem like the same thing that held me up forced me down,
In a world turned upside down.
Nothing was how it supposed to be,
And a heavy sadness filled my soul.
Deeper and deeper I fell within myself,
And nothing could show me out.
Trapped in the misery of my life,
Lost in the sorrow of my soul,
Unable to see the light,
Unable to see the dawn,
To feel,
To hope,
To dream.
I found that the darkest days of my life kept coming.
The blackest nights for my soul never stopped.
It seemed like it was always nighttime and nightmares.
And never mornings.
And maybe you wonder why,
But mostly you try not to think about it,
And try to get by,
And try to survive.
And all the other stuff seems so much like nothing compared to just wanting.
I know I'm helpless, dependent, desperate,
But what happens when those you need the most threaten your very existence?
I wish someone could tell me it would be O.K.
I'll feel normal,
That I won't feel alone.
The past is not my fault,
It's not because of me,
And doesn't have to be what defines my future.
I'm lovable,
I'm worthy of care,
One day the summer will come for me.