Pain, is something I am used to, it is a feeling that surges through my memories and nips at my very worth. Pain is the chisel that shapes me, chips away the worthless and the weak of what I am. Pain doesn't require a degree, yet you must have several; for you are the hammer that drives the chisel into my skin. My mistakes bled out with every hit and you, you were fucking relentless. Without pain there is no life, When I was lost you carved the pain into me and delivered me to myself; but that was you.
Without you there is no me.
but you, you dove deeper and you are not the hammer, or the chisel. What you delivered to me...
Its not pain,
You are not pain.
You are life.
