hurt

Heart of cold
Self imploded
You have never been there
Like I have for you.
Self absorbed reasons,
Oblivious of the hurt
How could you do this?
Blind to my bleeding.
I march up those lonely steps
A prosecuted victim
Condemned because I feel so much
The twisted knife's so deep.
They say I'm harsh in my hurting,
But can you really blame me?
To hurt is to love
And to love is to hurt
But only half I find.