Surrounded by glass

It hurts.
It hurts to see the ones you love die in front of you, but being unable to save them because of glass.

It hurts.
It hurts to slowly feel your sanity slip through your fingers as the world grows more vivid but also more static.

It hurts.
It hurts to know everything you touch decays, like a fruit to, start with it grows sweeter and riper, until it rots and poisons.

It hurts.
It just plain out hurts.