It hurts

It hurts.

It hurts when it's 1am at night and you have no one to talk to.

It hurts when you have nothing to look back upon in the day gone by.

It hurts when you sleep with no expectations from the upcoming day.

It hurts when you wake up with the dread of surviving another day.

It hurts when you don't have anyone to talk about this to.

It hurts.

For who knew even empty voids carried pain.

Author: A. Sador

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