Hurt Track

The agony returned.

Face down in the dirt.

Someone hit repeat.

On my track of hurt.

Nowhere to be.

No one cared.

Nothing is left.

Just memories and despair.

I hit rewind.

But that didn’t matter.

Will my breathing cease?

Will my heart shatter?

Perpetually, I cope.

I feel like a dope.

I’m struggling with hope.

Not doing this, nope.

So, I survive for one more day.

But the Hurt Track is waiting, ready to play.