Hurt Poem by William Taylor

HURT


HURT WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

LIFE NEVER GIVES PEACE

i aLWAyS hURT

NEvER cONTENT JUsT pERRils

lOST IN a SwARM OF fALSE tENSE, LIES, aND dECIT

wHY iS lIFE hURTFUL

oNE wORD FROm A fOE CAn cHANGE CAn CHAnGE OuR lIVES

wHy DO pEOPLE tAKE OtHERS WORDS buT cANt sEE bOTH SIDES

ThOSE PEOPLE aRE PITyfUL AnD cAUSE hURT aND tHEY WIPe IT aWAY LIKE iTS NOOOOOOO big DeAL

sTRUGGLES SEEm tO bE All THaT aRE IN mY PATH

WHERE'S OuR Savior (YEAH FUCKIN RIGHT)

PeacE Is wHat WE nEED

But HaD MiNE But LOst thE MOJO or DrIVE

This PLace has BroUGHT me Under A SweLL

No WAy to Find Air

ThanKS woRLD thUOGHT u wEre By MY SIde

HopE icaN SURVIve beFORE i DRown

Or MaYBe ITS a GatEwAY AWay

sO coNFused WITH EVERYTHING! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !