HURT
Do you know what it is like to be alone?
To feel the empty pain worse than any broken and twisted bone?
To long for a certain one?
Knowing there will never be anyone?
Do you know how it hurts so bad?
An awful empty pain for which there is no cure to be had.
To see others in loving peace holding one another.
Can you not see the hurt?
The torturous pain behind the mask that never quite hides all the hurt?
Do you not hear the pain in the empty voice?
See the sorrow in every choice?
Can you understand how it will allways hurt?
How it is to have no way to escape the hurt?
Do you see how it has allways been so?
Do you know how it is to long for death to make it no longer so?
Can you begin to feel how much it hurts to be forever alone?
How everything reminds you that you are so tired and so all alone?
May you never know this kind of hurt.
TALES FROM THE DEPTHS OF LIMBO
DARK THOUGHTS OF PAIN AND SUFFERING
GAMES PLAYED IN LIMBO
FONTS USED IN LIMBO
