pain

Sometimes I wish pain couldn’t be felt,

My heart longs to be healed.

But I can’t let them know that I’m hurt or in pain;

I have to keep it concealed.

I cover my chest to hide the bullet holes,

But blood leaks through my fingers.

I fall to the ground and look around for help

But no one seems to remember.

They don’t remember the sacrifice or see how I hurt,

The pain I contain inside.

But I don’t want them too, it brings attention to me

So I’d rather lay down my life.

I hate all this drama, I hate all this pain.

Why can’t these feelings just all go away?

Well maybe someday they’ll realize I love them and the sacrifices I have made.

And Lord-willing soon, because God only knows I can’t take much more of this pain.