Saturday, 22 March 2014

Yes it hurts..

Take a pair of scissors and cut me; It hurts,
But I can tell you of something much much worse.
Take a rock; throw it in my face; yes it hurts,
But I can tell you of something much much worse.

Punch me; Kick me; Slap me; yes it hurts,
But I can tell you of something much much worse.
Stab me, Shoot me; Break me; Yes it hurts,
But I can tell you of something much much worse.

Break my bones; Take my phone; Yes it hurts,
But I can tell you of something much much worse.
Crack my neck; Slap my head; Yes it hurts,
But I can tell you of something much much worse.

All of these  pains are something we endure daily,
But I know of something from which nobody can save me.
I'm sick of this heavy stress I've been facing lately,
It feels like the whole world is completely against me.

A broken heart is by far worse from all of inflictions;
Something worse than death in all convictions.
At least when you're dead you won't have to feel it,
But when you're alive you suffer through every meaning.


So yes; tell me about everything that seems to hurt,
Because I know of something much much worse.
Tell me how you're hurt even with words,
Because a broken heart is much much worse.


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