I'm hurt.

Not the first time.

I'm sick.
Of pain.

Not only physically.
Emotionally.

I hate being sick.
Pain lasts longer for me.
It stays.
Forever.

Wounded since a little child.

By people who I thought were there for me.
But It was only a one-sided situation.
I was there for them.

Can't do this anymore.
It makes me sick.
It drives me up the wall.

Just said some hurtful things to my mom.
Not the first time.

She did the same.
Not the first time.

What's to come?
I'm not sure.

But I'm ready.
For pain.