It Hurts So Much Inside
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Though time keeps ticking away,
I lay in my bed crying.
And despite what my friends say,
it sure feels like I'm dying.
An ache that will not subside;
barely describes how I feel.
For; it hurts so much inside;
it's the only thing real.
Innocence clouded my eyes,
ignoring my silent scream.
And whispers morphed into lies;
drawn from a fantasy dream.
Love can't simply disappear;
if it was really there.
And yet, all that's left is fear;
fate is cruel and unfair.
I hoped to grow old with you;
not thinking of suicide.
But when I knew we were through,
hope slowly withered; and died.
(Quatrain)
9/24/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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