Hurt Poem by Paul Price

Pain and Sorrow comes in many forms
What hurts the most is being lied to,
By someone you cared for.
How could you sit there and lie
To me so many times?
The hurt I feel is unbearbale
Its like a knife piercing my hurt,
Trying to gasp for that one last breath.
Do you see what you have done to me?
Do you see that I have closed myself off again?
The pain has filled back up, Its taking over,
I don't know if I will be able to open my heart again.
It might just be ruined to everyone now.
Just because I took a chance on you,
It might be over for everyone else.