Pain
Sometimes we try so hard
try to forget the past
yet the past we see every damned day
when we open our eyes.
The past haunts me with each step
my heart is pierced each day
my mind is full of dark dreams
my eyes dry and empty.
Tired of this feeling
tired of crying
tired of pain
yet pain is being alive.
The pain I feel with each motion
a turn of the head or a smile
shows that one can still be alive
with pain drowning them.
