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March 2005

3-16-05

9:07



I think the part.

That hurts the most.

Is to know.

That while you never had the time for me.

You were making time for her.

The other part.

I can't seem to shake.

Is the feeling.

Of once again.

Being without.

A family.

No place to belong.

No where to call home.

No one waiting, wondering, or worrying.

No one to care.

When my body hurts.

Or when my mind aches.

No one to notice.

When my heart is troubled.

Again I am finding myself alone.

Always alone.

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