Poetry Book 2

184. When It Hurt

When writing hurt
I still wrote
When walking hurt
I still took steps
When living hurt
I lived right on
When expressing hurt
I showed myself
When lonely hurt
I stayed by myself
When thinking hurt
I thought more still
When my stomach hurt
I left it empty
When my body hurt
I moved it still
When sadness hurt
I cried on
When my feeling hurt
I let them feel
Though when the truth hurt
I lied