Hurt

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Hurt


She couldn't describe the pain she felt

She worked so hard,

is this what she deserves?

She contemplates everyday

What did she do wrong,

And wrong in what way?



If only she could make everything change,

If only she could make everything sane.

As for which, nothing made sense,

she had undermined every single consequence



She couldn't bear to see the truth as it is;

nothing sugar coating it.

but she simply couldn't stand so one bit.

If only she could erase the past,

she wouldn't have made even one of those tiniest of errors last.


She couldn't bear to see the truth as it is;

Nothing sugar coating it,

But she simply couldnt stand so one bit.

If only she could erase the past,

She wouldn't have made even one of those tiniest errors last.



All she could do was simply blame herself,

everything she had done was a pellet of guilt,

everything she had done simply completed the quilt.

That quilt; symbolizing shame and agony,

plain meaning that she was creating a masterpiece of tragedy   





a/n: 


that's it lol.

This is so angsty omg. I made this one a while back (it was while I was travelling, so I wasn't bothered to edit) when I was fairly new to poetry. Let me know what you guys think about it, and feel free to leave any constructive criticism! I'm still quite new to it, so I apologize that I'm no Banjo Patterson lmao. (I'm from aus, so if you dont know who that poet is and you're aussie,, sHaME oN yOu)


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