Everything's a hurdle.

I see myself trying to get through the depths of life with difficulty and pain. The more I try to move forward, the more it hurts and more hurdles there are to get over.

You'll come to meet people that will make the journey somewhat easier. They'll hold your hand and offer you comfort. This propels you forward.
Inevitably, you lose them.
Yet again, you have to drag yourself alone and vulnerable. Nothing to carry with you apart from the memories of what you used to have.

It gets better, they tell me.
     Although in my mind, there's no end to the suffering.

It's a endless cycle.