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.
Like this poem, keep up the writing and always go with what you feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is pain and pleasure..................