Hurting_The Tide

Hurt is like a poison,
It flows through your veins no matter how much you try to bleed it out.
It becomes an integral part of you
And reaks mass destruction wherever it goes.

It's in every breath you take and it consumes your every thought
As it clings onto your oxygen and moves slowly, painfully through your body.
Until it's infected every inch of you.

Soon smoke rings replace your halo and your wings turn grey.
It dulls the stars and the moonlight streaming through your windows doesn't seem as beautiful as it once appeared.
It floods your bedroom late at night and finds you
Awake during hours you're meant to be finding peace.

Eventually you're universe can only exist when the hurt does.

It will consume you. Completely. Wholely.
Like the tide it swallows your body and pulls you so far into its depths that you loose sight of land.
Hopelessness, lonliness, emptiness.

That's all you ever seems to locate and although they keep you a float for a little bit,
You're soon alone, struggling against a tide so strong that swimming seems pointless
And all the while the people that cause you hurt are standing on the shore line,
Screaming, "just swim!"

But you're body can't go on, and eventually you give in to the rhythmic pull,
The burning sensations creeping up on your skin,
In your throat,
In your lungs,

Suddenly
The struggle you felt to save yourself dissipates from your body
And a new blossom flowers deep inside the pits of your stomach

The struggle to just end it all
Because when swimming against the tide just becomes too much,
You eventually drown.