You don't know pain.
Not like I do.
You don't know know pain
Until you've felt it eat at your soul
Until it hurts too much to breath
A pain so consuming and deep that it rewires your brain
A pain so harsh it pushes you past the point of even
Wanting to die.
So consuming that when it stops
And you finally get peace
You feel empty
Because it carved out a spot inside you and you don't know how to live without it anymore.
I've felt that pain
It's the pain of knowing the only reason your wanted
Is because your useful
It's the pain of trying your hardest going above and beyond
And still your not good enough
It's the pain of crying yourself to sleep because either world is crushing you
And you can't speak up
It's the pain of knowing you deserve it
But not knowing why.
If you know pain like I do
Then I'm sorry
You don't deserve to.
Not like I do.
YOU ARE READING
Through My Eyes.
PoesíaThrough My Eyes is about my experiences. Some of them are dark some not so much. I'm writing this in hopes it helps someone.
