My hurt and pain matters to me, 
just because you don't look hard enough to see. 
I cry at times when you are gone 
It seems easier to do when I am alone. 

I sometimes think of ways to make my hurt go away 
but instead I revert to before it happened 
try to pretend it never existed 
but my heart will forever be twisted. 

Life is suppose to be full of joy but what I chose 
made it torture and I will forever scorch myself. 
Day to day I smile for my family and friends 
but I will continue to transcend my past..