Love,
But all we know is to hurt,
We are looking for love from someone else,
But loving is hard,
It’s easier to hurt someone.
It is easier to inflict that pain on them,
Than to put their happiness before us,
It’s hard to be kind when you are hurt
It takes courage and sacrifice to love.
We want someone to love us,
But is there enough love left in them,
They have been hurt, too,
And we have hurt people over again.
The words that injure me,
I have said the same to someone else,
And we have done this to one another,
Until every one of us has felt it,
Over again.
We are hurt to our bones,
Our soul is scarred by betrayal and fake promises,
We all are too skeptical to trust,
And if we do trust, doubts flood our brains,
Our past will always haunt us,
Those memories will never let us love again.
Who will love us, then?
When every one of us is engulfed in pain.
Where will that love and romance come from,
When there’s nothing left inside us,
How can we love again?
