Hurt
You don't know.
You don't know how much it hurt.
When you left me.
You didn't feel the sting,
the burning pain of holding your tears,
that flow down my cheeks.
You didn't feel the way your words hit me.
You'll never feel how much I was hurt.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThese are some of my poems, they contain my emotions and feelings, which might make you feel things too. These are all pretty short, but that's just the way they're written.
