Because a young man I just met is hurting...

Today I am hurting because a young man I just met is hurting. Actually, I know several young people who are hurting. Because I hurt for them, too, I wrote this poem. Please share it with anyone you know who might be hurting.
The Pull
The Pull
It's there every day
In all directions
When it's down, it burns
It stings
It's hell
Pull my lip, pull my hair, pull my skin
Pull me down, pull me flat, pull me thin
Wish for once...
The Pull
Would be there every day
In an upwards direction
When it's up, it excites
It lifts
It's a high
Pull my lip, pull my hair, pull my skin
Pull me down, pull me flat, pull me thin
The Pull
Is still there
It's up and it's not
It hurts,
It soothes
It's purgatory
I'm surviving,
I'm living
I go on
Pulled forward and on...