My Hurt

My hurt is like no other
It's realer than any smile
It's realer than any laugh
blinded to the public 
so only I can see its path
everyone thinks "I'm Okay"
people ask
but never stay
people believe 
but never say 
"You're lying"
is it because
they really don't know?
or
is it because 
they really don't care?
I'm covering my hurt 
with temporary happiness 
as if it was a band-aid 
but when that happiness wares off 
like every other drug does
I feel lower 
than where I started off at 
I'm drowning 
in a 3ft pool
of my own thoughts 
but I'm 5ft
I just need to stand up 
easy advice to give 
right? 
but so much harder 
to follow
my eyes are open 
I can see the problem 
but I can't see 
the problem disappearing 
atleast
not anytime soon..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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