It Hurts

It hurts. My heart. It hurts so much like there’s a fire burning inside it. Raging. It’s telling me it won’t go away. It ignites my soul now. The pain increases as I am curled up in this dark corner. It hurts. I cry silently as the pain destroys my heart. It hurts. It hurts like an inflamed wound. A wound that will never heal. It hurts. My heart screams for forgiveness. For solitude. Yelling to whomever is listening, that it’s sorry. It’s sorry. My soul. It feels as though it is being wrenched from my body. The pain unbearable. It hurts. My mind. It hurts. It cries in agony as it feels all this pain. It feels a migrane coming. Like a thunderstorm raging through mother earth. The rain pours. Leaving a mild pain. It hurts. Then the lightening comes. Hitting the ground. Its target. It destroys what it touches. The pain increases. The pain. It hurts. You can hear the thunder exploding inside the cloud of rage. The pain unbearable now. My heart. It hurts. Like a fire burning inside it. It hurts. Raging. It hurts. The fire igniting my soul. It hurts. It destroys my heart. It destroys my mind. It destroys me. It hurts.