it will hurt

In this hour;
I don’t know which hour;
In this hour I shall reach despair.

In this body;
I don’t know whose,
I will give it away, again.

In this mind;
I don’t know why,
In this mind I am hurt once more.

With my voice;
I don’t know how
I am screaming in silence.

With these eyes,
I can see it all;
my world stripped bare.

In this world;
I don’t belong;
I’m all gone; I’m all gone.


aemii maitland-cullen

it will hurt by

insomnia and depression combined lead to this little creation. it may need edited I wrote it in the early hours.

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insomnia, pain, depression, despair, silence, hurt