It Hurts

It Hurts

It hurts.

It hurts when you sit alone and just cry,

When no one bothers to hold your trembling body,

While you sit and think of everything you can't do,

Everything you can't achieve,

The times you could have been happy but weren't.

It hurts so badly that your insides rip,

Your mind loses focus,

You just cry.

You cry until your face is dry, your insides torn.

You cry because it hurts.