Gosh That Hurts Poem by James McLain

If I say it again, then I won't.
Gosh is it like that, when it hurts?
And god sees what you do to me late at night.
You know by now, why children cry.
I keep saying it over and over,
but you and you don't hear.
Gosh that hurts it cuts like the knife,
that I fear.
I said to God, why do I cry so soft?
Does he have ears like mine?
Can he see?
When by his lips, do I hear?
Why do I want all of those tears?
There is no one there on the telephone.
Can you even now in your head, kind of hear?