Like an open wound, my heart feels its pain.
Like a child without its parents, my heart feels its pain.
Like a victim violated by a stranger, my heart feels its pain.
No one knows how it feels until it has happened to them.
Words cannot explain the pain.
It is worse than getting hit by a car or or not doing well in school.
The heart is like a person.
The heart has feelings, feelings that hurt, feelings that are full of pain with deep, genuine emotion.
Right now my heart is full of pain.
The pain is trapped in me though.
The pain my heart is feeling wants to get out.
But how?
The pain pains me and I don't know how to let it out.
I can feel the pain in my head, pounding like a hammer, pounding away at a nail.
I can feel the pain in my heart, squeezing like a juice machine squeezing away at a piece of fruit for fruit juice.
I can feel the pain in my stomach, sticking like a needle in a pack of ten, sticking away at the arm.
I can feel the pain in my love parts, burning like an intruder pushing themselves in me without any feeling of true love.
I can feel the pain aching in my feet like a person who has walked for ten years without stopping.
The pain pains me and I don't know how to let it out.
Like an open wound, my heart heels its pain.
No one knows how it feels until it has happened to them.
My heart is like a person.
Right ow my heart is full of pain.
The pain pais me ad I don't know how to let it out.
MGJ
05/15/1995
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