𝒴ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝒹 － 𝒶 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈

21

Everything hurts.

I cry every day

Until I can't breathe

And I sit,

Watching everyone live their lives,

And I'm stuck.

Im stuck,

Too hurt to try again,

Too scared,

Too tired.

So I hide.

I bathe in the hurt

Cause if I don't

How do I know I'm alive

And not just floating around

Somewhere in the universe,

Just a lifeless body.

So I live in the hurt,

I let it consume me,

I let it protect me,

From trying again

And getting knocked down harder,

And protecting me from their words

Because I've reached the point where

I'm numb to them.

The hurt is safe,

The hurt protects me,

The hurt is the home I long for,

Because the hurt doesn't affect me anymore.

The hurt is my friend.