Failure.

It hurts. Flashback of your life seems empty of happy memories. Nostalgia goes back to moments you barely acknowledge. Heart beats slowly for not feeling a thing. Breathing is so hard since your oxygen is out. It hurts. Tears keep flowing like there is no end for this extended misery. You can no longer smile without the worry of a million aches striking in the near. Things end so quickly and fade unnoticeably. It hurts. No one understands how big their actions could be, or how important their words are. It's the past chasing you that beats you to your knees begging for the end. No dreams are ever accomplished, no smiles left to show. You tried so hard but you keep failing. They talk about falling down eight times, how about eight years. It's not that you're weak, it's life that is hard. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.