It Hurts

BY DANIELLE CORMIER

It hurts.

It does not bleed.

It does not rip, nor tear.

It does not burn, nor sting.

But, it hurts.

It hurts deeper than the surface,

deeper within.

Not under my skin,

Not to my bone,

Not even a single nerve.

But, it hurts.

It hurts.

The most delicate part of my body;

No, not physically,

But by the power of emotion and mentality.

Something stronger than me,

But, it hurts.

It hurts when I hear them talking.

It hurts when I hear myself talking;

Agreeing with every word.

It hurts to feel my skin.

It hurts to see myself.

Oh, does it hurt.

It hurts when it’s so hard to change.

It hurts when you don’t want me to change.

You love me,

I don’t love me.

Oh, does it hurt.

It hurts when I can’t see what you see.

It hurts when I see what I see.

It hurts when I don’t want what I see.

It hurts every time I cry.

Don’t you know these tears burn?

Oh, does it hurt.

It hurts to feel my soul being eaten away.

It hurts to have such a weight dragging me down.

It hurts to feel so low when I stand so tall.

It hurts to breathe with a chest so tight.

It hurts to swallow my pride when I want to vomit.

All of me, hurts.