Author: andrea
Poetry
Hurts
It hurts and I don’t know why
My bones feel brittle and my eyes sting
My back feels like breaking
And my shallow breathes keep breathing
I’m breaking and I don’t know why
I don’t know why I’m sad
Or why I’m lonely
I have a family
They support me as much as they can
But all I notice are what they lack
And in what they lack I get mad
At what they lack I hold a grudge
I don’t wanna be like this
Holding loathing like a treasure
Keeping it in my heart,
holding it forever
I don’t want to wake up to tears
Or dread of the day ahead
I don’t want to stay in bed
But I feel paralyzed, like I’m dead
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