Current mood:	alone
Current music:	Comfortably Numb-Pink Floyd
Entry tags:	comfortably numb, emo poems, emo poetry, pink floyd, poems, poetry, song inspired

I can't explain you would not understand, This is not how I am.
It hurts.

To feel like you’re wasting your youth.

It hurts.

To feel like you gave so much, and it all meant nothing.

It hurts,

To have so much passion, and no one to share it with.

It hurts,

To be selfish.

To watch those around you happy, and to be jealous.

It hurts,

To feel as if your home is the hard place on the other side of you and the rock.

It hurts.

To be played with, to be yanked around continuously, thinking you’ve escaped every time
your thrown away, every time you’ve finally healed, only to be pulled in once again.

It hurts.

To have so much angst and feel like a fool for it.

It hurts.

To pretend.

It hurts,

To be so overwhelmed with emotion, to shake so bad you cant hold the pencil anymore-cant
get to your feet without tripping, cant hold glass for the fear it’ll slip and break.

It hurts.

To hide, always hiding.

It hurts,

To wish for a swift, abrupt-

end.