Sometimes you just hurt.
You wake up feeling beat up,
And then you hear they’re choosing her.
They’re choosing her,
The one you loved so much,
Who did not want you to exist.
She didn’t want you to exist,
But no one saw the hate she gave,
So they chose her and so she wins.
You want to hate her for that.
You clench and grimace and cringe,
But all you can muster is pain,
And maybe that was her hate too.
It wasn’t hate of you.
It was just some other pain.
Still, you want to hate her for it,
But you don’t because you understand.
You’ve done the same to others as she’s done to you.
So you try to forgive her for it,
But you don’t because you can’t.
Maybe yesterday, but not today.
And you carry all of this
Without a friend to walk beside
Because they all chose her.
They all chose her,
And the clock keeps moving forward,
And you’ve got to get to work.
So you do what you do sometimes,
You just hurt.
Tag: hurt
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Sometimes You Just Hurt
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Adoration, Wednesday Night
On My Knees, In Adoration Wednesday Night
Show me a miracle,
One I don’t have to believe,
One I can see.
I want to know.
Then I promise I’ll follow
Wherever you lead.
I know I’m not blessed.
I know I’m not happy.
I know I am aching
For something I need.
I see the pooling blood.
But I can’t figure out
What is making me bleed.
I know this: I am lonely.
I am lonely, please,
Come close to me.
Show me a miracle,
One I can see.
Show me a miracle.At the End of Adoration Wednesday Night
After showing him this mess of mud,
This man who bled water and sweated blood,
I had no will to leave,
And so I clung, like a child, on my knees,
Until I recalled something,
From where I do not know.
It said, "I will be with you,
Whatever happens, trust me.
Go." -
Is It Really Anger or Just Pain?
When I’m upset, I often keep it to myself. I take a walk in the woods, hoping to work through my feelings. But sometimes, even the quiet of nature can’t untangle my thoughts.
On one of these walks, I found myself ruminating on how others respond when I try to express my feelings. My frustration deepened. I didn’t just feel hurt. I felt hurt about their negative reactions to my feelings. I resented how often my emotions were dismissed, as though being upset was somehow a mistake.
I desperately needed that walk. I thought, What if, instead of telling me I’m wrong to feel this way, people could see my negative emotions for what they really are: calls for help?
How different would life feel if emotions—anger, sadness, frustration—were seen as what they often are: pleas for understanding? If others responded with care instead of dismissal, maybe those feelings wouldn’t linger so long or feel so overwhelming. Maybe I wouldn’t feel the need to suppress them or second-guess myself. And maybe I’d feel a little more at ease.
Then it hit me: I was being hypocritical.
I was angry at them for their negative reactions to my negative emotions. I was frustrated by their invalidation, but wasn’t my own anger just as reactive? I saw the same cycle in myself: meeting what felt like an injustice with frustration, judgment, and withdrawal.
I realized that my negative emotions were often just reactions to someone else’s pain. And maybe their behavior—the one I found so disagreeable—wasn’t malicious at all. Maybe it was their own unspoken plea for help.
What if, when I get angry, I paused to consider this? What if I saw their behavior and wondered: What wound or struggle might be behind this?
Negative behaviors—anger, impatience, even withdrawal—are often rooted in unhealed wounds or unmet needs. What if we saw those behaviors for what they are? What if we responded with a little more kindness and effort to understand each other?
Maybe the world wouldn’t change overnight. But it might become just a little bit gentler.