Hurtful

My heart oh my poor heart,
It’s the pain,
It hurt the most right now,
Even as I’m screaming out,
My heart still cries the pain inside.
The love is almost gone,
Vanishing away with my memories,
Why must my love be hurt?
The pain is traumatising,
The happiness is fading as well,
Soon when all the good things gone...
Oh my poor heart...
How hurtful it’ll become then.
Happiness is such fragile,
My love you hurt me the most right now.
It wasn’t easy for us,
But the struggle is just too much,
The pressure is weighing heavy,
Any more chances of us trying,
Will only result to how much hurt this love will be later.