Hurt

This hurt of mine, 

So anew and intense. 

I am standing in harm's way, 

But there's no godly presence. 

I'm afraid I'm going to burst, 

With all the tears I hold inside. 

I'm afraid those shadows are out for me 

But I don't want to hide. 

I try to face them bravely, 

I try not to break inside. 

But then the voices say some hurtful things, 

And I wither away even after I tried.