It’s Kinda Hard

It’s kinda hard

To live without it

Once you’ve got 

A taste of it. 


it’s kinda hard

To pick yourself up

And live life ignoring

The empty spaces.


It’s kinda hard

To finally admit

That it’s gone, and

You’re all alone.


It’s kinda hard

Not to cry or scream,

But to co-exist with

The emptiness inside.


It’s kinda hard

To know the wounds

Will never heal, but are

Slashed open everyday.


It’s kinda hard

To laugh out loud

And cry inside,

To feel like you’ve died.


It’s kinda hard

But you still gotta

Live with it. 



Finally the hands

Which raise you up

Will be your own,

Even if you wish

It was somebody else’s.



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