I am hurt
But not in the way when you scrape your knee
And not in the way when someone irrevocably betrays your trust
I am hurt in a way that cannot be explained
I am hurt
But not in the way when you break a bone
And not in the way someone spits out stinging words
I am hurt in a way that makes your heart beat just a little bit faster
I am hurt
But not in the way when your muscles ache with soreness
And not in the way when someone tells you they don’t love you anymore
I am hurt in a way that makes my stomach twist and churn
I am hurt
But not in the way that makes you grit your teeth in pain
And not in the way that makes one shut themselves out from the world
I am hurt in a way that makes my chest tighten and constrict until I can’t breath
I am hurt
But not in the way that can be solved with the pop of a pill
And not in the way that a teenage girl who is new to love does
I am hurt in a way that makes me dig my fingernails into my palms so as to quell the bristling tears threatning to spill.
I am hurt in a way that can’t so easily be explained away as a papercut or with a smile
I am hurt in a way that comes with the lying words “I’m Fine.”
I am not fine.
Today I hurt.
Today I want to cry.
Today I feel alone. Left Out.
There is no rhyme or reason.
There is no starting point.
There is nothing I can say to explain away the pain except that it’s there.
I am hurt.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 1:03 PM UTC
I am hurt
But not in the way when you scrape your knee
And not in the way when someone irrevocably betrays your trust
I am hurt in a way that cannot be explained
I am hurt
But not in the way when you break a bone
And not in the way someone spits out stinging words
I am hurt in a way that makes your heart beat just a little bit faster
I am hurt
But not in the way when your muscles ache with soreness
And not in the way when someone tells you they don’t love you anymore
I am hurt in a way that makes my stomach twist and churn
I am hurt
But not in the way that makes you grit your teeth in pain
And not in the way that makes one shut themselves out from the world
I am hurt in a way that makes my chest tighten and constrict until I can’t breath
I am hurt
But not in the way that can be solved with the pop of a pill
And not in the way that a teenage girl who is new to love does
I am hurt in a way that makes me dig my fingernails into my palms so as to quell the bristling tears threatning to spill.
I am hurt in a way that can’t so easily be explained away as a papercut or with a smile
I am hurt in a way that comes with the lying words “I’m Fine.”
I am not fine.
Today I hurt.
Today I want to cry.
Today I feel alone. Left Out.
There is no rhyme or reason.
There is no starting point.
There is nothing I can say to explain away the pain except that it’s there.
I am hurt.
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