My Heart Hurts
It's okay for it to hurt. It's not okay to dwell on the pain.
My heart hurts.
I have to move on and accept being on my own
I have to connect with myself and learn to be alone
I'm mature, yet it still seems that I'm not fully grown
Seeds of sadness and anguish anchor their roots upon the vessels of my heart, that's where they've been sown
My heart hurts.
Why is it that what I desire eludes me, even though I try my best
Why is it that I was wrongly taught to achieve what I desire, I have to travel East to reach the West
Why is is that it's honesty that I've been living and wearing, yet the display is shunned even when adorned upon my chest
Why is it that now the inner child must hold the babe that cries and buries its head into my chest
My heart hurts.
Why is it that to get what I desire, I have to give it up in order to attain
Why in my trying, patience, and efforts is this gift, to be given unto me, from me it is still retained
Why must I continue to have to accept to no longer wish that which I lack, to wish and to have no hope to ever gain
Why is it that through all my years of trial and error, through all of my efforts, Why must you give me this pain and shun me in vain?
My heart hurts.
My anger, the vengeance, the venom That I can no longer hide
The sadness, the pain, the hurt, This is why people who have felt this have committed suicide
Do you hold me in contempt, and keep me here a prisoner on your clear table? Have I not released all of my angerous venom into your hand; injecting all of the hate that grew and was concocted inside?
Why have you given me this flesh if I have to accept that it will never be accepted To you I have already told all of my earthly desires. In You I did confide
My heart hurts.
To live a life in Your Will
To live my life for Your Fill
I've followed and walked with you and yet still
You tell me that that which I desire is making me ill
My heart hurts.
In a relationship with such treatment I would never accept, since it's more than abusive
Always in my life you are always intrusive
Yet, for You I have to be ever inclusive
Why must I suffer Your abuse, and only remain with you in accepting becoming reclusive?
My heart hurts.
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