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It Hurt

Monday hurt,  Monday ripped my heart out, 
I didn’t know how it felt to be left on my own,
It was hit after hit.

I know the tools, I know what to do but the pain runs deep,
The pain runs so deep my heart is broken. 

I hate changes, I hate things that happen fast,
I hate being abandoned.
I want to run away. I want this all to be over.

I can’t live life the way it’s happening,
I can’t cope with a baby that could be taken,
It’s happened before and will happen again.

I’m not safe. My breathing is getting deeper, 
I can’t process my pain, I can’t process the Monday,
I can’t process what happened. 
I don’t even need to do it my self,
Someone will do it to me themselves.

That’s it, I’m done. I have been forgotten.

I have a family who love me,
But they don’t know the pain deep inside that I hide.
Trying to process everything and all I want is to escape.

Escape my life, escape my pain and not wake up. 

Maybe if you where already born and here I wouldn’t want to leave this world behind so fast.
I need to leave, I don’t want to be alone, I don’t want to be taken.
Help me universe, please help, I’m dying inside, I’m suffering.

Everything was perfect until I was left behind, everything 
Was lovely until you left,
Now all the things happening seem extra painful,
They hurt a lot and the pain is unbearable.

I can’t do this on my own. 
My lungs are screaming so loud and no one can hear. 

I’m accepting it. I’m done.

Copyright © Anna Lonely | Year Posted 2021

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