Hurting.

The pounding words
of hate, regret, happiness
and hopelessness
tug at my throat
and torn vocal cords
seeking a way to breathe.

Throbbing minds, hearts, and souls
crowd my overworked body
pushing to the breaking point
where the world is veiled in black
and my mind works no more.
my soul no longer pains.
and my heart's beating ceases.

Giggles whisper through the thick air
tears splash on the cold stone floor
snickers glide and slice happiness to shreds
screams dance and linger forever.

Love.
Love?
Not a known word by my broken heart.