Curled up in a world of pain.
Hurt by those closest to me.
But then again...
Aren't those the only ones that can ever hurt you?
Aching and longing, I want to be understood
I yearn for the same compassion,
Understandings I offer to others.
Things I have been unable to achieve.
A lifetime goes by and the pain still stays.
The hurt is neverending, unbridled with lust.
The desire to dig deeper into my soul,
Bury itself to turn me into ice.
To make this love and knowledge worthless.
Creating a decay of emptiness where my heart used to beat.
My eyes now glassy, incapable of caring.
Lacking the emotions of the human they are within.
Reflections of my inner-most feelings
Now lost in eternal death.
Has it become too late to repair the damage?
Let us hope not, but hope I can no longer do.
