Hurt





I hurt myself today,

to see if I still feel.



I focus on the pain,

the only thing that's real.




The needle tears a hole,

the old familiar sting.




Try to kill it all away,

but I remember everything.




What have I become?

My sweetest friend.


Everyone I know,

goes away in the end.

And you could have it all,

my empire of dirt.




I will let you down,

I will make you hurt.




I wear this crown of thorns,

upon my liar's chair.

Full of broken thoughts,

I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time,

the feelings disappear.

You are someone else.

I am still right here.



What have I become?

My sweetest friend.

Everyone I know,

goes away in the end.

And you could have it all,

my empire of dirt.



I will let you down.

I will make you hurt.



If I could start again,

a million miles away.

I would keep myself.

I would find a way.


"Hurt"
- Johnny Cash



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