The words never said

There's always pain

How did we become so vague?
Hoe did we become so vacant?
How did we end up in place where we are so out of touch with our feelings? We talk about what love should be or how it should feel. But how many of us actually feel it? How do we know what we feel is real or just a thought?

Pain. That's something we are all familiar with. It's a ghost that constantly hovers around, waiting for the time when we are the most happy so it can pounce sucking all the life out of it. Then you're back at square one with nothing but searing pain, taking over our whole being. We can never escape the clutches of our harrowing down falls. Constantly trapped in a circle of ups and terrorising downs. It's just always waiting. Now we don't bother to be happy because we know it will just hurt so much more than before.

One day pain will be taken over by a new demon. Death. For some what will be sooner than we'd hope. Normally at the cost of their own stupidity. The kind where they become too happy for death to handle. So he pulls a few strings with god and. Poof. Then there is pain again.

There's always pain.

It's been there ever since we were small children. In our nightmares. Coming out of nowhere. We'd wake up longing for our mother's. But when we spoke nothing came out. So we'd let ourselves be completely consumed by the pain of always being alone in the dark. But we were never alone. There was a monster. The one under the beds. Creeping up, taking over our peace. And as we grew up that monster became part of us. It's our insecurities, our hate of people, our hate for ourselves. It turned into the self destructive demon that courses through our veins. It became our endless supply of the most dangerous narcotic. Pain.

There's always pain.