Short Stories

PAIN:

It's cold, I feel the pain.

I feel it when I day-dream.

I feel it when I watch sad movies.

I wish I knew what to do.  I can no longer contain it, I want to let it out. 

It hurts like hell, when they say you should slay your demons, I can't they are bottled up inside me.  It's eating away at my insides it kills me a little more everytime.

The lies, the hate, the names, the people that talk to me, my friends, my family , my enimies, the people that break me down until there is nothing left.  It's all hurt and pain, it's like something bad has happen, It's like someone that I know or care about has died.

It's cold, and it's painful, it hurts too.   I wanna say something but I am too afraid, my heart tells me to pour out my problems, and my mind it wants me to keep this a secret.  So I keep this bottled up inside me, I let it eat away at my insides because I am too afraid to let it go.  

It's pain, It's cold, it's darkness.  It kills you a little more eachtime.