Does it ever stop hurting?
This pain that is pain
but is felt from the outside?
Looking in on a life
yours and not at the same time?
Seeing but never observing.
Feeling but not experiencing.
Peering through a window into the soul of a stranger,
someone you've known all your life
yet still someone you never seem to understand.
To watch yourself hurt,
but be detached from the pain?
To see yourself fall
and like a puppet
get pulled up again?
To feel like an outsider
a stranger in your land?
To look at a crowd of people
and never seem to belong?
Does it ever stop hurting
to be so full of emptiness?
Does it ever stop stinging
to feel through the numbness?
Questions still unanswered,
and it seems like that they'll stay.
But does it help to wonder?
To wish the world away?
