hurt, more than hurt !

Hurt, more than hurt- is what is left
tears have dried, empty eyes refuse to rest
those words are still whispered in my years
months after months they refuse to disappear

How many days and nights, will I still suffer?
for my belief, my faith, the memories of which makes me quiver
I am tired, I am exhausted and want to rest
this hurt, more than hurt, has killed me instead

Never again I want to believe, what I once believed
for when faith is broken, there is no relief
my walls shall remain, on all four sides of me
even up and down, closing me forever, till eternity