Hurt

If hurt was a man that man could have been me If hurt had a face that could have been mine When I look into the mirror The thing I see isn't me When I look into myself What I see is a stranger A stranger hurt and bitter If hurt was a mother I could have been her son If I had a sister That sister would have been pain My family would have been shame All I feel is pain, pained and hurt Existence might be a gift But my life is a curse If words were a place Hurt would have been my yard And pain my dwelling My heart is burren of bliss Dark like winter Sahara nights Happiness is an abomination Abominable to my life Shame are my in-laws and Loathe my wife I know all the hues of hurt I am a rainbow of pain If life was a ball game I could have been the ball Hurt and pain the players In a pitch of shame On the Himalayas winter nights Hate and shame spectators Arbor the ampere My heart bleeds It bleeds blocks of ice Ice of painful hurt This broken heart of mine And this troubled mind I have Are hanging like vampire bats Hiding in smiles during the day Breaking free by night To torment my poor soul