Astra Derksen

It Hurts Me

They hurt me,
It hurts me,
When he moved,
When i talk to him,
When i see him,
I cant handle it,
I keep getting hurt,
By the same people,
Over and Over,
I cry,
Cry myself to sleep,
Everynight,
And even sometimes during the day,
I may show,
That im happy,
But really im not,
I hate pretending,
Im done with it,
I thought,
He loved me,
But i guessed wrong,
Instead he hurt me,
A little too much to forgive.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 13, 2007
Poem Edited: Saturday, April 30, 2011

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  • Sulaiman Mohd YusofSulaiman Mohd Yusof (4/17/2008 6:08:00 PM)

    love is pain and pleasure..................

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  • Erick Music (12/31/2007 7:11:00 PM)

    Like this poem, keep up the writing and always go with what you feel.

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