Hurt

I'm looking through the mirror;
I cannot see myself.
My reflection isn’t there�"
Gone, yet invisible.
I think I'm already dead;
I know you said you loved me.

I wish I could come back to life
And say my last goodbyes,
But you cut me out like a knife.
No longer breathing for air,
I’m already gone away.

I know you don’t hate me;
You wrote me a letter,
But I couldn’t bring myself to read it�"
Left on my kitchen table,
Because I know it hurts deep inside.

Every day I see you in bed,
Looking sad and unhappy.
Is it because of me?
Didn’t I give you my love?
Like the roses left dead at the base,
Our love seems no longer alive.

Life is full of roses;
Each one counts as a moment of your life.
You can’t lose me once more;
Perhaps you already know I’m gone away.

I am hurt once again,
Torn into pieces as I watch you kiss him,
Standing at the edge of a cliff,
Waiting for the fall�"
Like a ton of bricks smashing into my heart.

I am hurt because of that one moment you let me go.
Maybe that's why I’m your ghost,
Waiting to see the light.
If you choose him, then I will let you go
And die a happy man.

Reviews

[Elowen]

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[jaaz]

the line, 'gone, yet invisible'. I think that it could've been better illustrated

[PaulAnka]

Wow this poem is really provocative and raw. I love the beauty in the pain and wretchedness of this poem. I can relate to some verses of this poem deeply. This is a wonderful poem!