Hurt

Sitting in a crowded room,

With nothing better to do,

Starring at you,

Wondering if it’s because of you my hearts turned cold,

Maybe I should just scream,

But there’s no one to hear, no one to listen,

 No one to care about my cries of pain,

No one to mend my scrapped up heart,

It’s just me, alone and cold,

Showing no emotion to you,

Why should I?

You’ve beaten me till I’m blue,

Tore every memory wide open,

Made my wounds reopen,

Who are you to try to tell me,

Who exactly I should be,

Well I’m sick and tired of your little games,

So why don’t you go find else to play with?