Least Read Poems About Hurt

Contorted reasoning
with an assorted seasoning
of flavored bullshit.
I tried to savor it as it hit.
Alas, ignorance was bliss.
Your traveling kisses
believed to be wholesome,
delivered too late; I succumbed.
Knelt with tears seeping
through my fingers, keeping
what was left of me whole.
Strikes against my soul.
Still, I felt hopeful, so I waited
while good memories faded.
Eventually revealing
that we were not healing.
I softly inhaled, then a hard sigh
because you never even tried.

The effects of Divorce, an shattering of vows,  Altar turned graveyard and hanging brows ,
a house in silence sure beats domestic violence but the shadows and storms,
A symphony of wounds, in fractured forms.
 
Verbal lashes, mental bruises
Who am I in this ruin, this tangle of excuses?
Do they love me? Or was love buried beneath their war, Left to rot, splattered across the bedroom wall?
 
Why do they not love each other anymore?
Am I the reason for the fault lines that spread, these are my feelings that roam in my head  
The cracks...

My persona keeps me safe  
I hide behind it to keep them safe
The demons lurking below just out of reach  
My persona is joyful and social  
But in reality I’m scared and out of reach  
I don’t let anyone see the pain hurt and shame    
My persona it has some cracks  
The darkness seeping through showing the shame    
I try to cover them up hoping no one will see  
My persona keeps me safe  
Not letting anyone hurt me like before  
I try and ignore the voices put them in there place  
My persona will one day fail   ...