Treasure Island

Amy Hang

(12/3/90 / Denver)

The Pain


The pain in my chest
Is unbearable.
I cannot take it anymore,
So let me be.

I cry
'Cause the pain is till there.
Where i fell into chains
That locked me up

Into the darkness of hell,
Where I was burn in flesh.
I want a potion
That can heal the pain.

I'm badly hurt
& no one sees it
But I'm still here,
Hiding from the rest.

I touch my chest,
But my hands goes right through me
Showing what's missing.
My heart explodes.

Let me be
'Cause I'm still here
Knowing the pain in my chest,
Is still there.

-Amy Hang
copyright ©
November 3,2008

Submitted: Monday, November 03, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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