Dear Diary, Why Do I Hurt?

In the realm of innocence, I once dwelled,
Kindness and purity in my heart swelled.
Love flowed untainted, a pristine stream,
Yet, in my blindness, reality turned a dream.
 
Unseen were possibilities, potential untapped,
In the pursuit, I stumbled, emotions entrapped.
Hurt embraced me with its cruel grasp,
Reality's stern hand, an unforeseen clasp.
 
Questions linger, perplexing the mind,
Why do the innocent in pain find?
Why, in their purity, a stain appears?
In this perplexing journey, the heart veers.