That feeling of being unwanted
That pain of being hurt
That’s me every day
But sometimes my feelings
I just can’t convey
I heart feels warned
Not to feel the feelings
That’s why I have walls
Those walls block me out
Blocks me from the torment of people
Blocks me from the hurt of words
Physical pain hurts much less
Like getting hit with a ball in the face
But often people won’t try to hurt you face to face
The hide behind a screen or a piece of paper
Sometimes the hurt gets worse
Sometimes they want it to end
Sometimes they end it
Then it’s over
And everyone is sad
Everyone feeds off the memories that make you glad
Then you’re gone
And you’re wanted
Now your tormentor is hurting
Because they know they did this
Then the cycle starts