Will the Hurt Ever Stop Burning?

Sitting alone on my bed,
I think about my life;
Think about the hardships
I have been forced to endure;
Think about how this cruel, cold world
Has stolen my every source of happiness.

Life has beat me down
And handcuffed me to the bed;
It has taunted me,
Broken me
And brutally raped me.

With tears rolling down my face
I wonder, will these memories
Ever stop haunting me?
Will these tears
Ever stop falling from my eyes?
Will this cold
Ever thaw?
I wonder, will the hurt
Ever stop burning?

Copyright©JosieWentzel28April2008