Let it Fucking Hurt
Let it fucking hurt
Let it fucking hurt, let it consume your thoughts Let it breath and then inhale all of it again Let it swallow you whole spit you out and stand on the other side.
The ego is bruised, the heart hurting, the mind feeling like “I told you so,” the ancestor in me telling me it's time for flight. But here I stand rooted in knowing what it's all for. The monster needs his outlet time to fade away my mind into the physical exertion distraction. Into my drug of choice, where all that ails me quells if not but for a short time.
Bruised, hurting, confused, but still here. And that's something.
My worst nightmare I'll face with eyes wide open and sit calmly in the blazes of my own making and come out of stronger, but fuck.