Pain

They told me pain was good
They said it'd help me grow
I've been doing thinking
And this is what I know

When I was 3 years old
I fell and scraped my knee
My teacher grabbed a band-aid
Sticking it on me

When I was 5 years old
I got stitches in my head
My friends were playing 'round
And I'd fallen off the bed

When I was 9 years old
I went and broke my leg
The doctor patched me up
And for a purple cast I'd beg

When I was just 11
Some kids had said some lies
I knew that they weren't true
Still tears welled in my eyes

When I was just 13
Thin lines adorned my wrist
It wasn't the same pain
It had taken a dark twist

When I was just 14
The pain filled my inside
I didn't want to show
But it was getting hard to hide

When I was just 15
I sat and made a note
I grabbed a piece of paper
And this is what I wrote

I'm sorry to say
But this is goodbye
I know it seems strange
But it's better I die

Try and believe
The pain was too real
10,000 small lines
Can't mask what I feel

Listen here close
Try and you'll see
As I take my last breath
I did this for me

I should have told someone
I'm sorry I lied
It was a heavy burden
But I kept it inside

I know you will miss me
Please don't you cry
Just try to remember
It's better I die

When I was 15
A knife went in my chest
Blood pooled all around
My soul laid to rest

Come listen all children
Heed my warning still
Be careful what you say
For words truly kill

So is pain a good thing
Well I don't think so
But what we'd do without it
I don't really know