It hurts. Does it Matter?
It hurts It hurts deep down Where there is no place found It became a habit yes indeed to keep the sorrows burning to let if feed It pulled me in pulled me so hard It became a place of darkness where sadness was the dart Kind gestures concerns for me was just a way, that distracted me The pain grew, grew inside of me Time was left running Life begun shattering I was broken, I am still I needed a refill The question is I shattered. Does it even matter? - Love Devyani