It Hurts. Poem by Max Soon

The stars are dim,
The moon is grim,
Night just lost it's beauty.

Dreams are shattered,
Hopes are lost,
Is this how much my action costs?

Flower withers,
Dry leaves fall,
My heart's bleeding on the corner of the wall.

Pinned by sorrow down to the floor,
Nothing means anything anymore,
It agonizes, down to the core.

Choking on sorrow,
Crying a tearless cry.
Every breath hurts,
As time mercilessly moves on.