A Hurting Heart

It is that of our hearts we feel, as if one had die. That of a love that past. That of a love we lost. It is of a remembrance we think. When we sad and lonely inside. That of the darkness fills our soul down deep. It's the thought of what we wish we still had. But never the doulbt, its the true feeling to which makes us sad. That of my heart, the void, the pain which exist. I am alive but only cause he wont let me die. I fight to survive as the tears roll down my face. The Love, the hate, it eats at me. Why me lord? What did I do to feel such hurt? Please, release me that I may fly that like a bird. And carry this love far from my heart. But stay close! You all I got left in this world.