Sometimes
Sometimes, it hurts to be…
Sometimes, things just happen – there isn’t anything anyone could have done to change the way you feel about certain things; for it to be different to the way it may be now. Yeah – we can point the finger, say the blame, accuse in anger – but things these days can’t be undone. Ohh that we could make things as though they hadn’t ever happened at all…
Sometimes I don’t want to admit what’s going on inside of me – running, hiding… but it’s become a part of me and where ever I go…
Sometimes things are too difficult to understand. We find ourselves not clever enough. It may be so great a thing hurting us inside we’re unable to let it go – it grips and wants to tear us – malicious and cruel…
Sometimes I have to realise – I’m a person too. We ourselves also deserve kindness, gentleness…









