Hurt Poem by Dougie Fresh

Warm tears trickle down my face like a cold rain.
Mirrored glasses fog as they try to conceal my pain.
The hurt inside consumes me like a black hole.
Tearing up everything that crosses its event-horizon!
Give me all the worlds' pain to bottle up inside me.
Lock up my Pandora's Box of Hurt and Pain forever,
And toss the key into the sea.
My Hurt only deepens, never regressing.
It is my burden to bear until the day I die,
I cry!