You hurt, and I know it

You are every pint of blood on the cross that Jesus left

You are every tear that every mother of a still born has wept

 

You are every dead patient of Jack Kervorkian's

YOu are every christian backslider who swore TO sin

Not because you hated god but

Because you hated the image the mirror reflected

 

You are an infinite source of greif

You are your own religious institution beyond belief

 

You are a man

You are a woman

And you hurt

 

You are the children of dead natural disasters victims

You are a dead man who used to be a pastor

 

You are the hands clutching themselves to rid each other of their chill

You are the rechargeable battery that now won't regain energy

 

You are the last hope that failed

You are the awkward silence between a mother and a son

 

You are cheek muscles straining to show one more smile

You are the sweaty pillow that reaks of insomnia

 

You are the music no one plays

You are the tree falling that no one hears

 

You are the question mark to your own statement of intent

You are the crack the voice in a young boy trying to exert authority

 

You are the baby that escaped your own mother's murder attempt

You are the baby that survived her suicide attempt

 

You are the longing for shortening

You are the shortened sense of belonging

 

You are the paper jammed in the printer that no one prints with

You are the advertisement for a fatal product

 

You are the consumer of consumers

You are the clingy kid inside you that attaches like a tumor

 

You are the love you've never had

You are the silence no one spoke in

 

You are the one star shining bright in a sky over an uninhabited planet

You are the rain that quickly evaporates like the earth says "Here, you can have you back."

 

You are the dried tip of somebody's former favorite marker

You are no one's hero, just your own favorite martyr

 

You are the lost cause no one wants to find

You are your country's disowned state of mind

 

You are the empty trash can no one uses

You are the bench in the park where no one sits

 

You still hurt
Your wounded tongue doesn't properly inflect
And reflect the emotions you express
You bit it too many times for me to even
Conceive what you're poorly trying to convey

 

You are the shade on a chilly but sunny day

You are the lost dog that even after beaten, won't go away

 

You are every child who has ran from under a stop sign

Because they knew worse things could happen if it stood

In one spot too long and knew to not actually believe

That pentagon would protect you

You are every vagabond for that very same reason

 

You f*****g hurt

And I know you try to explain your pain

When you say try to put it simply and say

I want change

But that still doesn't quite put it right

You f*****g hurt

I know you do

All I want you to do

Is

Admit

It.

Reviews

[FuMiko]

It's good, but parts have bad flow-- you can check that simply by reading it outloud.
I like it though, it's very strong; and true.

[Maria F. Rojas]

well written! I like it. Everyone is f*****g hurt in every way.