It's not your typical pain
That can be cured by a mom's kiss.
Not that kind of pain
That could be relieved by a painkiller.
It's a kind of pain
That can rip your life apart
That kind of pain
That constantly stabs your heart.
There's one thing 'bout pain
It demands to be felt.
No matter how much you endure,
It stings, it hurts.
But one thing about pain
That I like the most...
Though it demands to be felt
It means that you're not dead yet.
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PERSONA
Poetry*IMAGE FROM DEVIANTART by Oberst176* persona: the image or personality that a person presents to other people. We don't know very well the friends we see and talk to in our everyday lives. Not until we see the other side of their faces, the sadness...
