What hurts

“What hurts?” She asked cradling the younger woman’s face.

“Everything hurts...” she whispered “my soul is shattered, my mind is in shambles, my spirit is nonexistent. Waking up everyday feeling hopeless, useless, stupid, and worthless hurts... but what hurts the most is feeling like I’d be better off dead.” She said tears now burning down her face.

“I didn’t know you felt like that.” The older woman said holding onto the girl.

“And I never wanted you to.” The girl said burying her face in the older woman’s shirt.