Name: Hurt ~ 355.366 You ran around with your knife of love ,
stabbing me many times in my heart ,
this never ending pain ,
never compared to anything I felt before ,
you left me on the hard floor ,
and I still lay there now ,
thinking whilst my blood and compassion and pain
poured out of me .
Just a small poem I made up on the spot (:
Sometimes when someone leaves you , the don't leave physical scars , but emotional scars . It feels like your heart has been beaten and destroyed . No pain compares to it . No plasters are stitches can make you feel better .
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