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there is pain in the way i talk, pain in the way i dress, there is pain wherever i look, there's people in distress. pain is an emotion known too well for it's disturbance. a disturbance to our peace of mind, to our sanity. pain is etched on my skin, etched on my roots. my head screams stop, but my body won't move. i'm afraid that when i fight, i won't be strong enough to survive. pain is too deep, it's like an ocean with no ground. i scream, i cry, i beg, but still there is no hand to lift me from the hole that i've been dug into. pain is my best friend. she knows me like no other. she knows my fears, my regrets, and even my every thought. pain is like the mother of hell, bent on burning every inch of my body. pain is someone i know too well. it makes me question if the past really is a thing of the past. but even when there's pain, there's hope, and it grows from the darkest tunnels.
