Hurts Poem by Desiree Whitamore

i don't know whats been done
or if id like to be that one.
and i can't say whats on my mind
or what i mean when i can't write.
but something controls my twisted heart
and tells me when i'm being smart.
it throws me down upon my bed
and pours emotions out of my head.
it can make me scream and laugh and cry
and it can make me say goodbye
but you are not whats good for me.
and i love you but you have to see.
and i cn't always bail us out
and pick us up from the muddy ground
and i can't sit by and give us time
if you don't mind.
it hurts.