Poetic Excuses

Pain Follows

I can't take it. The pain follows me everywhere. I ask a simple question and get yelled at. I talk to someone and find out I was just on their bucket list that needed completing. I go to school and find out everyone liked me for what I was in the past - not now. I try to be nice. I try to make sense. I try to understand, but everyone just makes it so hard! I miss the person who taught me to trust. I am glad I have someone I know I can trust around. I am glad I have someone to cut the pain away. Yet I can't take it. The pain follows me everywhere. Home, school, dreams, EVERYWHERE. There is no escaping. No transportation can take you far enough, your legs can't take you fast enough. NOTHING CAN HELP ESCAPE THE PAIN!!!!!!!! I cry when I am alone. I lie when I am in public. I act happy when I want to die. I hold a blade against my skin when I am alone. The pain follows. It always follows.