drowning
the once ceaseless erupting globules of life on the surface
grow less frequent
lachrymosity ebbs out of your lungs
like a bleeding wound
your body goes limp
but you feel somewhat at peace

the weight of the water silences the voices
it envelops you
into an emancipating abyss in between what seems like life and death

suddenly
you are flung out of the water
your body arches
as air fills your lungs once again
eyes shoot open
you see the world as it is
you see what lies beyond the crater of darkness.

you get a taste

before you are pushed down again
forced into the depths
even though you want to live,
even though you want to experience joy
but the shackles of the abyss are put on you once again

this time
instead of serenity
all you feel is longing
your body aches to see the world again
you are denied
until once again your crater becomes all you ever knew
the darkness feels comforting.

but that's not the way it works.
we don't get comfort.

you are flung between the world and the abyss
over and over again
as the clutches of the demon in your mind
torments you with the knowledge
the knowledge of knowing what you can never truly have.

because you and i?
well the abyss is all we ever knew.

tears separate the pain from the person.
as they fall, grief melts away,
freed.

but then why does she still feel this agonizing pain?
this feeling that just wont go away
her chest clenches in on itself
is it guilt?

guilt?
for what?
she is the victim.
she is the one who is hurt.

maybe,
after a person is battered down so many times,
after they have been slashed and throttled and pull apart into tiny pieces.
after they have been hurt over and over again.
they become the hurt.

it is not voluntary.
it is not wanted.
but they become the hurt.
and hurt, hurts.

they become the person that they once loathed.

now, as those waterfalls weep,
as the rivers stream down their face,
the excruciating pain of guilt overtakes them,
for they were once hurt, yes,
but now they have unwillingly become the hurt.
it is all that defines her.
what she abhorred,
she has become that hurt.

and hurt?
well,
it hurts.