It’s Like

It’s like a hard stone in the pit of my stomach
and it never goes away
its there when I’m eating, its there when I’m sleeping
in the night time and the day

It’s like a sharp knife piercing my heart
cutting my heart to the core
it leaves me torn, broken and bruised
aching and bleeding and sore

It’s like a weight crushing my body
a weight crushing my soul
It’s like an emptiness, that nothing can touch
a timeless and endless black hole

It’s like a hot flame burning my flesh
searing my bones and my skin
It’s like cold ice robbing my body
and soul of warmth from within

It’s like a sharp pain piercing my head
like a bullet fired from a gun
it’s like a violent, nauseous, chocking sickness
when I think of what you’ve done

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