Because it hurts

Because it hurts,

When your dreams come crashing down around you in little ghost shards of reality,

That pierce your skin like needles so sharp you don’t see the wound,

But so blunt that the pain doesn’t ever go away,

And so deep that it remains ingrained In your soul.


 

Because it hurts,

To know you’ve let yourself down, to know you’ve let others down,

To know that you’re hanging by your last thread that has frayed down to the last fibre,

That last fibre that is worn down to the last molecule

That can only take so much before it breaks.


 

Because it hurts,

To know that you’re not good enough, you’re not smart enough

To reach that little utopia that’s always hanging above your head,

Just millimetres in front of your nose, yet miles and miles away from your outstretched hands,

Just so close, yet so far.


 

Because it hurts,

When you’re future has disappeared, and the fog of uncertainty spreads,

Like a virus that consumes your mind and eats away at your hope until there’s nothing left,

Until you’ve forgotten what it feels like to see futures in dreams, to hold hope in your heart,

Until you’re all empty and dead.


 

Because it hurts.


 

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