the hurt and the pain

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

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