True Pain
Pain.
That word seems so common.
But too many people
take it lightly.
Only the people that know of the shadows
know what true pain is.
True pain
is waking up at night
just to hear your parents
screaming at each other
like they do every night.
True pain
is having to go through your parents splitting up
and watching them run
each other into the ground
True pain
is watching your mother cry herself to sleep
every night
because she is worried
about finding a way to get food
so you and your sisters
can eat the next day.
True pain
is loving someone with all you have
but they will never love you back.
True pain
is losing several of your family members
all at once
to death.
True pain
is facing constant ridicule
no matter where you go.
Why does pain always have to choose me?
Have I done something
to make Fate or God mad at me?
Pain can drive a person insane.
It has driven me
to the very brink of death
and to the farthest depths of depression
and to the brink of insanity
several times.
I have cut myself.
Just one slice.
That's all it took to put me in the hospital.
I was hoping to die.
But I didn't.
I have cursed myself.
Cursed myself for not dying.
Cursed myself for being here
on this planet
to be used as a pawn
for people to make fun of.
Now all I have is a scar.
The bad part about that is,
it's in plain sight.
Everyone sees it,
and I face more ridicule.
All I live with
Is an endless circle of pain.
No one cares.
I'm better off dead.
Do you see now?
The "innocents" know nothing of true pain.
The few who do
can hopefully identify with me.
I will leave you with this last line:
True pain is hell.
END
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