What Is It? [COMPLETED]

Pain.

It's physical
It's mental.

It's internal.
It's external.

Most effective now.
At night I see.
How lovely.

It affects people.
All people.

In too many ways.

Constantly being attacked.

I'M JUST TRYING TO BE HAPPY.
STOP.
STOp..
STop...
Stop....
stop.....

It won't leave me alone.
It tortures me.
It's so agonizing.
Please.
Leave me alone.

Hahahahaha.

It hurts.
It gnaws at the bones like food.
Like they're worthless.

Because they are.
Because you are.

Toying with my emotions.
Making me feel too much.
I feel like I'm going to explode.

Vulnerability at its finest.
So beautiful.

Wanting to cry.
Wanting to scream.
Wanting to hug.
Wanting to be loved.

But you aren't.
Not in that way.
And not by who you want.

It squeezes it.
My heart.

How much more can you take?
How long until you break?

I'd rather be punched.
Physical.
Better than mental.

Better than my-

Wrong.
Are you crazy?
Oh.
Don't answer that.
Hahaha.

External.
It hurts.
But I don't think as much.
It goes away.

It's not a constant.
It always has an end.
Whether you think so or not.

Death.

Is that even as painful?
Hahaha.
.
Oh darling.
I adore you.
C'mon.
Keep going.
Please.
I need more.

I.
I'm almost done.
It's too much.
Why am I even asked.

It's excruciating.
My whole body hurts.
My chest.
It's tightening.
HELP.
help me...

No one's there.
Sorry dear.

No one will ever be there.
Pain is something personal.
No one will ever understand.

No one will ever understand me.

What is pain?

It's always present.
Even if I don't feel it.

Deep down.
It's waiting.
Waiting.
To make its appearance.

Again.
And again.

Over.
And over.
.
.
Always at night.
.
.
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