I'm used to.......

I'm used to the hurt But for some reason it's still hurts Even if you expected to get hurt I'm used to the broken trust Whether I break it or they do I'm used to the lost of air The moment when I feel slightly worried about myself rather then worried about other people I'm use to me caring for those who hurt me the most I'm used to the anger that runs through my vains And pumps my heart And poisons my voice I'm used to the tears that run down my face when everything is too much and when nobody truly understand or knows. I'm used to the screams and constant shouting and that leading to me sinking into the pits of depression I'm used to this life. As it is a never ending loop. I'm used to this By B. Nzimande