hurt is the pain which leaves a person scarred.
hurt makes us more alert.
hurt is what i feel when you force your hand up my skirt.
hurt is what makes us feel so heavy but yet so empty.
hurt is slitting your wrist and being unsucessful.
hurt is when you say, 'mum, help me, he's hurting me' and she just turns away.
hurt is what i feel every day because he forced his hand up my skirt.
I liked the poem, the rhyme pattern was really good and addicting, and I know what its like to turn to your mother just to have her turn away, she did that to me too when I told her what my dad did... thats life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if it happens to you indeed hurting me as well how cruel those hands are plucked a bud b4 blooming intensely tragic and hurting....