HOW I HURT...
by Brandy Nicole Gilliland
I think back over the years...
Through pain, tears, even smiles.
I think about those who told me they loved me,
and in the same breath said, "good bye."
I think about those who criticized and put me down.
I think about those who have always been in my corner
and never let me down.
Those few people who reasured me in the pain,
loved me through the tears, held my hand when I found a smile.
Though they were few and far between, yet always a touch away.
Why can't I run from the hurt, or hide from the tears?
Is there no where I can find happiness, that sadness doesn't take?
Isn't there somewhere I can escape, not have to run from pain forever?
