It's Called Pain Poem by Wendy Murphy

I’m not weak but I’m finding it hard to be strong
I’m sick to my stomach
I can hardly breathe
I don’t expect understanding
I don’t expect comfort
I hurt
Something bad
This feeling is both disturbing and familiar
A deep ache
I don’t know how to make it better
But then again, I don’t know if I WANT to make it better
Maybe it’s too late
Things are said that can’t be taken back
Angry words, hurtful words
I give my all but cannot expect anything in return
I can’t make anyone love me
Sometimes I can’t love myself
But…
I will not cry anymore
I will not depend on anyone else anymore
I will bottle up this hurt and keep it inside
My wall is up again

It’s called pain.