hurt

there was once a time
when i felt like the whole world cared

there once was a time
when i felt like no one was there

i live in a time
in which feelings are never spared
and this self feels despair
because it sits awake in the fear
that this moment isnt aware

of the loneliness thats felt
because of the hand that has been dealt

and its life is now a joker
no longer the queen
insignificant and unseen
it knows this ought to be a dream
but its not
and the pain still pokes her

theres a labyrinth that surrounds every breath
its walls are high and it purpose is death
in which up is down and right is left
the way out not in sight
confusion drowns out the theft

of the focus once had
on a future now sad
and father time cant be mad
because time was never bad

to this situation
it just slowly crept in
and stole the youth that promised hope
but anger cant fester and mope
even though time didnt allow it to cope

it just pressed in
and HURT.