Pains Of My Thoughts Poem by Josh Burnett

It hurts,
But it's so much worse
When I don't feel my worth.
It's like I'm walking around cursed,
And I can't immerse
Myself in what is pure.
I'm for sure
That there is no cure.
My fate, my destiny is finally secure.
Will this pain always be
Something I have to endure?
Your sweet words are a lure
And I run following them
To never become yours.
I sit with my heart wrapped up.
Sitting there to adore,
And as we talk you assure
That before too long
We will be something more,
But I watch the closing of the door,
And as I force it back open
My arms become sore
And I fall to the floor.
Asking myself why I try so hard for,
And the tears pour.
I am turly ignored.
I can't feel the beat anymore,
And my thoughts wash up
Wasted on a lonely shore.
I knew my feelings were at war,
But my fragile heart you tore.

I was so unaware
As I stopped breathing air.
I know you no longer care.
The despair is now what I wear,
And I dwell within night's solitare
Trying to figure out this tear.
I bend down and try out a prayer,
But you were never there.
Even after looking everywhere.
There's no more time to spare.
So now I sit in this chair and stare.
As my life becomes empty and bare.
You were so unfair
Because you never helped repair
What we had tried to share.
Guess we was never prepared
In finding something rare.
Now I know that we will never compare
To a matching pair.