Everything Hurts

It hurts,

It hurts to be alive,

It hurts to be in love,

It hurts to be alone,

It hurts,

but I still keep on going.

To know the world seem so indifferent,

so oblivious,

so naive,

yet desperate,

is quite beautiful.

It pains me to know today will be gone,

but I know tomorrow will come.

Even if, life is done

for some.

Why do we look for love?

Why do we cling onto it?

What must we sacrifice for

What we know nothing of.

How did it become this way?

How did we become so dependent?

Like bottomless pits,

our hearts know no greed

and consume

day and night alike,

but still remain hungry,

hungry enough to consume itself.

It hurts,

It hurts to breathe,

It hurts to speak,

It hurts to swallow,

It hurts

enough for me to die from within.

Everything I want to do-

Restricted-

Everything I want-

Taken-

Everything

gone before I can engrave it

in my memories.

What do I live for?

It pains me to know today will be gone,

but I know tomorrow will come.

Even if, life is done

for some.

I want affection

given by the world to everyone,

I want ambition

embroidered into the lives of others,

I want alleviation

from this longing.

Despite this,

I live,

but I live not in hope,

I live not for the pleasure,

I live not for what the general public may assume,

I live for the pain,

for the suffocating truth that is death,

for the anxiety that comes with age,

I live to know I have lived.

To know

that I haven't lived a dream

that would seize to be.

When time comes to a sudden halt,

I'll be ready to go.

I fear nothing,

not even the great void that has came into my life.

I ask for no savior,

no help,

and no doubt

in the choices I've made.

It pains me to know today will be gone,

but I know tomorrow will come.

Even if, life is done

for some.