Hurting
Tongue like a razor;
lashing out.
Words cut like knives;
gouging deep wounds.
Wounds left open;
bleeding, hurting.
Forgotten;
are feelings of happiness.
Engulfed in this darkness,
for longer than just a while.
Longing for someone to pull me up.
Show me once again,
what it's like to be happy;
to be loved by a friend.
Copyright © Angelique Bonetsky | Year Posted 2011
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