There
is wound deep inside given by you,
It hurts, it pains, it makes me restless,
When I smiles, blood drips inside me,
It hurts, it pains, it makes me restless,
When I smiles, blood drips inside me,
The
more I try to forget, more it hurts.
It
is erstwhile, poignant and invisible,
But
ache is constant and unbearable,
Irritation
drives me crazy bit by bit,
More
I try to overlook, darling it hurts.
I
always swallowed my trouble and kept mum,
Throbbing
of my ache, conveyed to none,
Now
I bear enough, feel drained and exhausted,
Want
to scream in my last, it hurts, it hurts….