It Hurts
It hurts that I can’t be
what everyone wants
or what anyone needs
and it hurts that I can’t be
what I want
or what I need
because I’m not enough
and I won’t be enough
and I’ll never be close to enough
and I’m just so damn tired.
And then, the tears start to flow.
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.
.
.
Trust me, I know how it feels.
I know exactly how it feels to cry
in the shower so no one can hear you.
I know what its like to wait for everyone
to be asleep so you can suffer in silence.
For everything to hurt so bad
you want it all to just end.
I know exactly how it feels.
Which explains why every night,
I just lie in bed,
and hope to fall asleep
before I fall apart.
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