c-PTSD and OCD gang Introvert and Asocial
I always check out everyone's profile who likes my things, but man... this profile comment thread reminds me of a poet's poem. It's not in english but I can translate it for you. It's called 'It hurts a lot'.
okay so, (since you gave it a like, I do it) this is actually my first time reading this poem too, I didn't expect this to be so complex. So here's my best try:
It hurts so much
Inside and outside
From lurking death
(like a mouse frightened in it's hole)
while you're inflamed,
you take refuge
in a woman's arms, lap, knees to protect you.
Not just the soft,
warm lap lures, not just the yearning,
but the 'must' pushes you over there too -
that's why
all hugs, that finds a woman,
until the mouth goes white too.
Doubled burden,
and doubled treasure, that you must love.
Who loves yet can't find their pair,
is so lost,
just as unprotected
like the wild beast doing its neccesities.
There's no other
refuge for us; though you held the blade of the knife
towards your mother, you Brave!
And see, there still was a woman,
who understood these words,
but still pushed me away from her.
There is no place for me, like this,
among the living. My head whirrs,
My troubles and pains are decorated;
like a rattle I feel,
in the hand of a child's rattle,
when they shake it, while being left alone.
What should be done
for and against her?
I'm not emberassed, if I find it out,
since this world
pushes even those out, that
the Sun dazes, and the dreams scare.
The culture
is dropping off of me, like from others
the clothing in happy love -
but where is it written,
that she should watch, as death throws me around
and I suffer alone?
The baby
is hurt too, when the woman births.
Shared pain can be soothed by humility.
But for me
my painful song brings me money,
and along with it, with shame I am torn.
Come and help!
You little boys, let your coal
spring back where she walks.
Innocents,
Shreek beneath boots
and tell her: It hurts so much.
You loyal dogs,
Get under wheels
and bark at her: It hurts so much.
Women, bearers of
your children, miscarry
and cry to her: It hurts so much.
Whole people,
fall, break
and mumble to her: It hurts so much.
You men,
tearing each other apart for women,
don't hold it back: It hurts so much.
Horses, bulls,
for you to pull the yoke
you get castrated, shriek out: It hurts so much.
Mute fish,
bite on hooks under ice
and gawp: It hurts so much.
Mammals,
everything, that trembles from suffering,
burn, where you live, garden, wild land -
with charred bodies,
as she falls asleep,
come to her bed and yelp with me: It hurts so much.
Let her hear it while she lives.
Her own worth she has denied.
Preoccupied, simply by her convenience
Inside and outside,
from the fleeing living
the very last shelter.
- József Attila, 1936
you make me feel so fucking sad it hurts
it still hurts so much
it hurt so much
i hurt so much
i still hurt so much