It hurts

It hurts, I don't know what it is but it hurts.
It's cursing and scratching
kicking and screaming
and it's hurting from inside out.

My thought are clouded
and my heart is guarded
but I'm still dumbfounded
it's imprisoned.

My shoulders are heavy
and my nerves are weak
my step is light
but the pain is strong.

This longing is wrong
but the thudding is right
this shredding is bad
but the pain is good.