Hurt

It's hard sometimes to hide these crying eyes.
But I do it. This will lead to my demise.

My heart hurts some days, more often then most.
I make it thru the days like somewhat of a ghost.

Can you see me, I am really here?
Or is it my reality that I just disappear.

This feeling has hold of my throat silently gasping.
And my happiness is what I am desperately grasping.

I smell the smoke from the fire I can't extinguish.
And there is a difference I can no longer distinguish.

I can't pick myself up with this baggage anymore.
It's far too heavy for me to endure.

My strength would amaze any man who could see.
If you knew all my stories then you would agree.

I can't hold on to something that is pulling away.
So letting go would free me today.

I want so many things and I know they are waiting.
A path was so foreign now is translating.

You will be astounded what will become of me.
I am the girl under all this debris.

My fences are coming down I am ready to break and run.
The damage that's caused cannot be undone.