Treasure Island

Tracey Owens


Feeling Hurt


I feel like I have so much pain in my heart.
Im grasping for love and life tight.
I want to never feel this way again, but knowing
I will if i put myself out there again.
I want to close the door and curl up in a ball
and never let the world see me again, but
I know I will eventually have to.
I wish to never meet face to face with the person
that hurt me, but I will eventually see them.
I want to see the beautiful side of life and not
face the ugly parts.
I want to go on with my life and never be hurt
again, but I know that is too much to ask for.
Is it too much to ask for to be happy once again?

Submitted: Sunday, June 14, 2009
Edited: Sunday, June 14, 2009

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