Hurt.
Hurt because of you.
Hurt because of them.


Can't I simply just throw everything away?
As if it was never there- never here.
The very thought of trashing it all...
All including myself.

Why even bother when you were never there?
or when they were never here?
Then there would be a day where the both of you stop and ask,

Hey, what's wrong?

What's wrong?
I am hurt.
Hurt because of you.
Hurt because of them.