When It Hurts Poem by Barbara Harris

I have cried until my eyes burn.

I am hurt and feel cold inside.

What you have done to me, will soon be your turn.

What goes around comes around.

Won’t listen to me, will you ever learn?

I feel weak, and my heart makes no sound.

Men, Boys, I begin to hate.

I have to stop dating for my own sake.

If not I fear I will crumble like an earthquake.

Will I…Will I?

I think I am meant to be alone.

I want to stop now cause it’s a sad song.

I despite the idea that every peice I had to give...

Are now ashes, which are burned.

It took all this..just for you to be concerned?