Something In My Poetry

Pain

                                                                     Every pain teaches a lesson

                                                                    Every lesson changes a person

The true definition of pain, is losing the one person you can't live without. You lose the one true person you care about. The one person that gets rid of the pain. The one person that keeps you sane. The one human being that makes your life worth living.

You asked once if I knew the meaning of pain,

I let you see the sadness, the despair in my eyes,

And I answered,

The meaning of pain is feeling nothing, it's being lost, slowly coming undone,

You asked once, why I cut myself,

I showed you my memories, the faded scars,

And I answered,

I cut myself to feel, crimson tears pull me from the edge, they help me heal,

You asked once, will I make it through,

I told you my failure, the tragedy that is my story,

And I answered,

It's not how often you fall, it's how many times you get back up, fight this war,

Years later, down many roads traveled,

You asked again if I knew the meaning of pain,

I turned my back, started walking away,

And I answered,

The meaning of pain for the already dead is life, it's living.

Why pain can make someone different after that? It is because she/he already go through the suck of the fake life that force them to make a better change in the next chapter in their life.

Sometime, we not realize we are close with the fake people. Fake that they care with us, but actually they just want to watch our life and laugh at their back. They want to see our suck and loser life and want to make sure their life is more better than us.

Life so precious yet so easily taken away

happiness what everyone wants yet there filled with pain

People causing pain to others for their amusement

Which causes hatred from their victims in turn it creates their murder

What has life come to hatred, anger, pain, death instead of happiness, joy, love, life

how can I live with life

for if i'm happy others will give me pain

if i'm in pain others will fill me with hatred

which will have me taking their so precious lives

So how can I feel happiness once again

when in order to do so I have to create all those things I despise

So doesn't a victim create their own murder in turn creates the death of the murder

if all of this is true isn't life a cycle of happiness to pain then unto death.

At the last, that pain will be back to us. They come to blaming us again and again until the desire to died comes to many time. That time our thinking will not balance to think rationally. You need someone to share the problem, or else you will died alone.