Vulnerablity

IF THE TRUTH BE TOLD I COULDN'T TELL YOU ABOUT MY HURT, MY PAIN, MY SORROW.

IF THE TRUTH BE TOLD I COULDN'T EXPRESS ANY OF MY FEELINGS TO NO ONE.

IF I COULD WRITE A BOOK ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE IT WOULD GO ON.

MY FEELING NUMB IS SO UNREAL AND UNTRUE.

SOMEONE THAT WAS PRECIOUS TO ME WAS TAKEN AWAY FROM ME.

THAT I THOUGHT WAS GOING TO BE FOREVER WHAT I THOUGHT WAS GOING TO GO ON.

SOMEONE WHO I GAVE MY HEART TO SOMEONE THAT I LOOKED AT AS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.

BUT THE CREATOR SAW HE WAS TIRED OF SUFFERING AND CALL UPON HIM.

SO HE ANSWERED AND LEFT THIS EARTH MY HEART SANK AND WAS BROKEN INTO PIECES.

WONDERING HOW I WAS GOING TO GO ON HOW WAS I GOING TO LIVE WITHOUT HIM.

I THOUGHT MY TEARS WERE GOING TO GO AWAY SO QUICKLY BUT THEY DIDN'T.

IT HIT ME ALL OF A SUDDEN THAT THIS WAS THE LAST TIME THAT I WAS GOING TO SEE HIM THIS WAS THE LAST TIME.

THE HURT AND THE PAIN AROSE FROM ME NO AMOUNT OF COMFORT COULD HELP ME.

I WAS AT MY VULNERABLE POINT I WAS HELPLESS AND LOST.

IF A TRUCK HIT ME IT WOULDN'T MATTER AT ALL. I JUST DIDN'T CARE AT ALL.

I JUST WANTED TO GO ON AND FORGET ABOUT IT BUT THAT WAS NOT THE CASE.

I CONTINUE TO HURT BUT IT A LOT LESS FOR ME.

Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2017

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