Hurt
Hurt is being broken, spreading myself too thin & sleeping out of exhaustion in a drunken stupor.
Feeling No One reaches out a hand
To someone who tried Her best.
Done is the way I felt when you were begging me, "please don't go."
I Packed my bags after you betrayed
My never-wavering trust.
Regret was painted on my face,
The next time I saw you
it was me who apologized.
Because you were in a box and I never returned your last call.
Being misunderstood with every word, When I'm just trying to pay
My respects at your funeral.
Embarrassed, when I was crying in the closet at work
wiping my eyes and returning to
Care for a never-ending line of patients
Healing is a deep cut in my heart
That was carved as a child
with a sick family member
that we were told would never heal
My soul is truly at ease
Every time I see his next success
Happiness is a way of giving up
On sorrow
Adulthood is realizing I have to put myself first.
Determined is how I feel about avoiding the negative spaces
in the bottom of a bottle.
Hurt is someone I no longer want to be.
Copyright © Ashley Gleason | Year Posted 2015
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