Words Left Unsaid | Poetry

what pain looks like

She began to wonder what pain looked like. Was it the rain pouring down your face while crying? Was it the isolation when all your faults poured onto your skin through a lazor blade? Was it the prohibited drugs you shoved into your mouth because you wanted to paint a landscape of a happier world?

A world without you in it? Was it the text message that only said "Please Forgive me."-- and you poured a waterfall of apologies out of your mouth?

Or did pain simply look like tears?
where you start waking up around 2 am in the morning, seeing yourself crying all night?
Or did pain look like sickness that has no cure at all?

Where your dreams simply fall and give up all your hopes because after all, there was no cure. And you're dying. So what's the point?
Or was pain the stinging pain when you cut your wrist until the bleeding stops?
Who knows,

maybe pain looked like the one reading this.
Maybe pain looked like tired eyes and broken hearts.

Or maybe pain just looked like.. everybody.
Because pain lives until we suffer and die.