What hurts

Pain is a funny thing.

I always use anger to push it away.

But sometimes that is not good enough.

What hurts is all the demons tearing at my soul.

What hurts is when my own parents tell me I am not good enough.

What hurts is when I realize no one loves me.

What hurts is when I remember my parents abandoned me because I was a burden.

What hurts is when I look in the mirror and realize my demons have stolen everything.

They stole my pride, my happiness, my light.

What hurts the most, however, is knowing I cannot escape.