Pain.

We wonder how pain always seems to consume our entire soul, or how it has the power to make us feel everything and nothing all at once. Pain, it's almost alive. An entity that lives within the artist who have been hurt for so long that now when they draw , it's of dark colors and screaming emotions that are yet so silent. In lives in the writers and the poets who would rather spill their heart out on paper because people could never understand. It lives in the flesh of the little girl that gets bullied and then it pours out of her skin as she tries so hard to make herself feel content. It lives in the suds of his alcohol that burns his throat, it clouds his mind with something other than his demons picking at his thoughts until his brain rocks in his skull. Pain hides, often it masks itself. Pain will have the tendency to find its way back into your life every time you try and over come it. Don't give up. Pain lives , yes. But just like all living things , it too , dies.