Hurt - Poem by Laura Rodriguez
My problem is that people hurt me a lot.
My weakness says that I care too much.
I trust people the second I meet them.
I get too involved in their problems,
and I end up getting hurt.
I take the pain from my friends,
and make it mine.
People use me,
treat me like dirt
yet I still remain loyal to them.
They hurt me,
they kill me,
I remain loyal
and take the pain away from them.
I get stuck with the hurt,
and I suffer in silent.
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