This is the kind of hurting that leaves your chest aching with such pain that you are contemplating on ripping your heart out.
This is the kind of hurting that will bring you to your knees, fingers scratching at your throat as you struggle to wheeze in a minuscule breath of air.
This is the kind of hurting that will leave you feeling hollow and empty and dark.
This is the kind of hurting that will destroy you, inside and out. Slowly eating away at your flesh until you become nothing more than a rotting corpse.
It will leave you with sleepless nights and endless days.
This is the kind of hurting that your only your first love can give you.
And this is the kind of hurting that will never really go away.
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PoetryAfter all, we are all just a big bunch of broken humans that are trying to stay alive in a world that will do anything to bring us to our knees.
