Hurt

Everyone hurts,
but everyone lies,
everyone cries,
but very few whine,
And then quite a few die,
Many people say,
They can deal with the pain,
They don't realize they're left in vain,
Many Go insane,
They don't get help,
We figure we're going to hell,
So we just stay in the cell,
We've adapted to hurt,
To the feeling of dirt,
Our faces being shoved in over and over,
So our fake smiles begin to cover,
We try to put on the "happy" front,
Then there are those who hunt,
They hunt you down,
Just to push you around,
'Til you're on the ledge,
About to fall off of the edge,
But then you think,
this is life,
Full of ups and downs,
Heart's will be torn out,
Nothing will work unless you shout,
Make them listen,
Make them somehow say,
That they will help you someway,
But one of these days,
Maybe We'll know what happy is,
Because I promise This isn't It,
Maybe We'll someday Forget,
What hurt means,
When our soul's aren't being torn at the seams,
By those that shouldn't be,
Those that crush our dreams,
Then laugh because to them its a joke,
And you're standing there choked,
Trying to regain Faith and Hope,
Wondering when you'll be safe,
Far away from this place,
Where there's no dirt,
Away from this emotion hurt....