A Poem by Mournful Soul

IM IN PAIN .. it hurtss ,
it hurts so bad ..
the pain Might not be physical ,
But it hurts 10 Times worse .
they say sticks & stones may Break my bones but words will never hurt me ?
thats not true . Each word u speak cuts like a knife .
There may not be any Blood .. But there might as well be
The more u speak, the more I die inside....Im here in physical appearance .
But other than that , Im not here .
That little Girl everyone once knew is long Gone ... she died....And its all your fault .
You might say , u only say certain things when u get mad ,
but tht doesnt mattr . they say the TRUTH comes out once your angry .
I dont understand..I try my best to make u Happy but ,
still . Its never good enough . I feel like im wasting time ....
I want u too love me like you're suppose to ...but ..
I guess. im not worth Your time..................................................

© 2011 Mournful Soul

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The affliction sounds much like a fever, burning agony. Whoever is the cause of such wretchedness must be a prey to grief. I feel sympathetic and hope for the protagonist's well-being.

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Mournful Soul
Mournful Soul

St. Louis , MO

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