My Hurt

Poem By Jessica Anderson

The hurt I feel cannot disappear overnight.
But someway somehow I hope things will turn out right.
I cry myself to sleep sometimes and wonder why me?
My world is filled with hurt, sorrow and curiosity.
My mother turned to another, my father turned his head.
Sometimes I wish I were the onw who was really dead.

Comments about My Hurt

Life does get better Jessica. I'm not sure of your age but I think childhood is the toughest time in our lives. Anyone that says childhood is the 'best times of your life' lying. We have no control as children. Once you are old enough, you can make your life exactly what you want it to be. No matter what anyone else says or does. Very moving poem. Sincerely, Mary

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