Hurt This Way

Everything is fine,

But I feel like I’m running out of time.

I have no cause,

To be sad,

But I still get these thoughts,

Of everything going bad.

The heart that beats

So loud,

Making me seek,

The one in the clouds.

My nights are sleepless,

Or woken by abruptness.

Things take too much of my energy,

Towards happiness, I’ve developed an allergy.

I’m losing interest,

But I still have ideas like Pinterest.

Ideas and ways to paint away the pain in life;

And I end up staring at the knife.

In my Mind, comes a million queries-

Is it my age,

Causing this rage?

Will there be a clear sky,

In the future?

Or will I forever be asking why;

And screaming to end this torture.

I have no words left,

Or anything to say.

But a question remains-

Why did life have to hurt this way?