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PAIN
About my not-so-loving father
Tear stained sheets, red and puffy cheeks, tissues all around.
Claw marks on the walls above and I wish I was death bound
Things scattered, I threw them there and
Darkness fills the room; I know I should be here.
Pain irks me.
Pain is the thing we fear the most; for it is fear itself
It watches from the shadows of your happiest moments,
Then attacks you at your weakest and most vulnerable point.
Pain strips you down like Adam and Eve,
Leaving shame to strike you down.
The reason that pain is fear
We are only afraid to be hurt
I just don’t want to be here.
I’m never going to hurt myself,
But I wish I could run away
Leave this world behind
Don’t we all though
Wishing hopeful and filled with glee
Our lives elsewhere are mysteries
Till then, we have to grin and bear the pain.
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