Hurt

 

Life can really fucking hurt sometimes.

When every part of it starts to warp,

like a piece of plastic dropped into a burning pit,

a replica heart, gurgling and distorted.

It can suck the air from your bubbling lungs,

it can cut into every sterile smile, feeling like

the sides of your mouth are bleeding

globs of acid down your chin

and it can burn a hole deep in the heart until

your whole internal system feels like its failing.

 

You start flailing,

flapping at the air, trying in vain to fly away,

trying to take flight just to be

anywhere but here. To be a paper plane

thrown to the birds. No destination,

just anywhere the wind takes you.

 

It can really hurt, like a splinter of ice

stuck under the surface,

of every inch of your skin.

It clings onto you from inside,

Freezer burnt to the organs,

in a vice like grip,

and stretches you out until you

feel your body is going to split.

Pouring all of your stored up emotions

onto the dirty concrete floor.

 

It can really

fucking hurt.

And love,

love

can be worse.

The pain that comes

when a heart sees nothing in yours,

just an empty husk, devoid of worth.

A piece of dirt only fit to join the earth.

 

But however painful,

however much life

can sting. Here's the thing...

 

There is so much more

if you just keep searching,

if you let the sunlight in

when darkness is what

you think you are craving.