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Jun 2016 · 1.8k
It's Never Enough
Bria Hunt Jun 2016
Hearing the end of a phone call far to short.
Absence of breath as tears find their way.
Being apart from you is the hardest thing I'll ever do.

My heart is stretched 940 miles.
Half with me and half with you.
Oh what I'd do to have one more hour of your time.
But It'll never be the same, not when your heart is one with mine.
May 2016 · 619
Do I love him?
Bria Hunt May 2016
Do you think anyone could love you better?
Do you think anyone could ever treat you better?
Do you think anyone could ever try as hard as him?
Do you think anyone could ever love you as much as him?

Do you think anyone could love him more than you?
Do you think anyone could ever treat him better than you?
Do you think anyone could ever try harder than you?
Do you think anyone could love him more than you?

No.
No.
No.
No, to every question, but why do I still feel empty?
Because he's not the one.
He's not the one you should be thinking about.
It's not his love you need,
It's the love of the heavenly father.
Without God, love on this earth is empty.

You're asking the right questions,
but to the wrong person.

So, do you love him?
Apr 2016 · 387
Left Alone
Bria Hunt Apr 2016
You're alone
with not a single thing in sight.
All you can see is distance.
To the left and to the right.

No one is around,
nothing,
nothing living,
nothing moving.

All you are is alone.

No noise.
No sounds.
All you can hear is your heart beating,
And the sounds of your lungs deflating.

You're stuck with your thoughts.
You can't stop them
You can't change them
They're forever in your mind.

With no one to voice them to,
you can't survive.
Thoughts are man's biggest killer
*** with your thoughts you chose to live or die.
Apr 2016 · 374
Again
Bria Hunt Apr 2016
For two years we tried
For two years you lied
For two years I died.

How am I suppose to believe,
That you've fallen in love with me?
When for two years you said we could never be.

It scares me to death
Because I'm afraid you'll take my heart and rip it out of my chest

Again.

Don't force it.
I'd rather break into pieces then be falsely mended back together.

Don't fake it!
Just destroy me now before it's too late.
While I still have time to pack my bags and go away.
Don't do this to me again, I'm begging you.
Please if its not true,
Don't let me fall in love with you

Again.
Apr 2016 · 634
Walls
Bria Hunt Apr 2016
The blade brands my skin
As the tears burn my cheeks
And my head pounds more than I can breathe.

This isn't what you think it is.
It isn't a wish for my life to end,
this is a cry for help.

Maybe,

with this final scream left
I will get someone's attention.

Someone will see,
maybe even notice me,
maybe, just maybe,
someone will stay and comfort me!

The pain of life,
the stain of sin,
is the blood that drips
down these pail white bricks.

No one seems to have the strength
to remove even one brick.
To see if I need help
or to see if I'm hurting myself.

I'll scream one more time
To see if someone hears my cry
"I'm hurting myself, I'm hurting myself!"
But no one seemed to lift an eye.

— The End —