Why do things hurt?

Why isn’t there an answer?

It always seems raw, like skin.

It always hurts like a knife.

It’s physical,

Mental,

It’s there.

It feels like fear, but distinctly,

You know it’s not.

People will be there for you,

Because there is always a diamond in the rough.

People are good,

People are bad.

People feel pain,

They also feel mad.

They don’t know,

What to do,

They are clueless,

And blame it on me and you.