THE WORLD OF PAIN
THE WORLD OF PAIN
The pains are cutting me way to deep
just thinking of you, pain without love
pain cuts very deep, I don't get know sleep
But, when I do I start crying to you.
Pain, it seems I don't get enough of it
because if I did I would had end this hurt
I wouldn't be feeling I had been beaten
down in the dirt by you.
I'm sick of feeling the emotions of lose
sick of my body feeling so numb
while you go around acting dumb,
I remember when you taken me by the hand
and given my life a very big spend.
Showing me a world that I didn't yet understand.
This life you have shown me of darkness
and so much fears,
that last for years,
you filled it up with pains.
My poor life will never be the same,
you make me so ashamed,
while your giving me the blames
for all this pain you handed down to me.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1997
Copyright © Judy Emery| Year Posted 1997
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