To Hurt

You think you know what it’s like to hurt.

But you haven’t known pain
till its 4:30am and no one hears yours screams,
till no one hears you cry.

You don't know pain
till your body can’t take any more but you don't pass out,
till oblivion is luxury with too high a prize.

You don't know pain
till you're tethering dangerously in the edge of sanity,
till your own soul is vanishing at the sound of your screams.

You don't know what it’s like to hurt
till you know no one will save you.

But you won’t know
till your body's drenched in sweat, fever to mundane a word to describe the fire that licks your skin.
till your shaking body curls around itself because your stomach has nothing left to vomit.

You won’t know
till your eyes see red and all your veins threaten to burst.
till you’re swallowing blood that could just as well be metal.

Don't pretend you know pain
till your only hope, is the sweet relief of eternal sleep.
till the only thing that keeps your body together, are the loving arms of a memory