Sometimes it just hurts, hurts for no reason at all.
Deep inside the pain is triumphant.
Emotions all askew.
I cry for no reason.
I see the world through opaque tear spattered eyes.
The pain is unbearable, it makes me sick.
I want to hurt myself, pull out the anger, and the hope, and the broken pieces.
They stick to my hands like glue, tearing at my flesh and making their way back inside.
They bury deep, deep into a place where no light reaches, a place where there is no warmth.
It is still and cold, and although they are there, I am empty.