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