The Hurt Poem by Heather Quail
The Hurt
When your eyes are shut tight cuz the lies are to much to face, and your eyes can't cry no more tears, the pain is just to real, You just can't breath, What do u do? Why is it that the ones who break our heart are the ones we so blindly give it to, they make you laugh on the outside, but question everything about yourself on the inside, you lay awake at night and wonder if this is really your life.
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