I Hurt

For as long as I can remember.
Right from the beginning,
from the very start.
All I ever knew was hurt.

Life has dealt a rough hand.
On my own I try to understand.
Its my feet that do not stand.
For my soul has grown weak.
And the hurt I do not speak.

My heart has loads of secrets.
My eyes tell the pain.
My soul is ugly.
And my mind is lost.

Im forever searching.
For the way to be me.
And long for that day to be free.

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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