It hurts.

I can't escape the feeling.
The never-ending,
Seemingly endless,
Pit of everlasting despair.
It hurts me when you call.
It hurts.
It hurts when you acknowledge me,
Because you didn't for so long.
How can I let these feelings out?
I can't.
It hurts.
Don't speak to me now.
I looked back on the pain,
The pain you dealt me,
As a small child.
It still hurts,
I can feel the sting.