Pain.
It's nothing really.
Just a reminder.
A reminder you are still alive,
Even after the worst has come.
The pain will fade away.
To where you can't feel it anymore.
After the news,
You realize you still feel it.
And it kills you.
A little more of you soul is lost.
After every heart break,
Every friend that moves away,
And everyone who dies,
All hold a piece,
If your soul.
And to fill up the holes,
We take pieces of others.
But there always seems to be,
One hole
that will only be fixed
when you can no longer give any more.
And that is filled
By the pain others feel,
When you leave everyone,
To go into the light.
