It's something about pain.
It's a hateful feeling. We just hate being in pain.
We can't tolerate it. It's a gut wrenching feeling.
However, there is pain we can tolerate. For some the pain of others.
For others its the pain in themselves. We push it aside. It marinates and becomes bigger.
More powerful. Hurts more. It's a constant reminder of the past, present or future.
We crave for it to go away. It seeps into our relationships. Our friendships.
We rip the cashier at Walmart a new one because of our pain.
We yell at our kids for one spoon in the sink.
We get intense road rage. The range is endless.
Just like pain. pain is endless. An endless circle.
My pain? I pushed it aside for so long. But its fighting.
My pain is on a tv screen and its banging on the screen begging to be let out.
Yet i ignored it, so it forced its way out. So I become depressed.
I become distant. I get upset at the smallest of things. I become someone I'm not.
But we all have to understand something. Pain makes us human.
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Touch of Love
PoetryMini stories about heartache, grief, love. This book goes through all the hardships that most people don't like to talk about. This book can be uncomfortable because the human emotions are difficult to deal with. This book is to let people know that...
