I thought I had it all figured out.
I had the human race figured out.
I knew all the sources of hurt and pain.
Cheating, lying, rejection, physical or emotional abuse.
I didn’t understand the pain that came from another not being able to empathize with you.
Being taken advantage of or realizing that someone was ingenuine.
The hurt that can embody you when your loved one can’t feel for you.
The pain of sitting next to one another with nothing substantial to speak about.
The sadness of helplessly feeling love fade.
The hurt of those around you changing into beings that you can no longer connect with.
The pain of watching your loved ones suffer.
The sadness of seeing an individual you were once dependent on, now a dependant.
The hurt of connections disappearing.
The pain of no longer being able to effectively communicate with another.
The sadness knowing you no longer wish for the someone’s touch or voice.
The hurt of being forgotten.
The pain of no longer being a priority.
The sadness of watching those who were once familiar, wilt and disappear.
The hurt of no longer being needed.
The pain of mourning a previous life that no longer exists.
The sadness of nostalgic reminisce that can’t be recreated.
The hurt of everyone and everything you were raised by, slipping through your fingers.
The pain of having the world on your shoulders.
The sadness of giving your all- yet never feeling like enough.
The hurt of not being able to help another- no matter how much you try.
The pain of not being able to empathize with someone you care deeply for.
The sadness of the realization that you can’t make another’s pain disappear.
The hurt of being misunderstood.
The pain of knowing you were once the toxicity in another person’s life.
The sadness of never realizing it or meaning to cause them to hurt.
Feelings of helplessness, loneliness, and failure continuously flowing through your veins.
Growing up creates pain.
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