Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Pain

I wish this pain
Meant I am living
Well, it does.

Only,
It also means
I'm dying;

Slowly,
Daily,
While I pain.

I hurt.
Of finding you,
Of losing you,
Of not holding on.

I will live
Through this pain,
I know.

I'll wake up daily
And go through life,
Like it never happened.

But that would only be my facade;
That would only be another character
I will portray.

Because the me that is pained,
Lives on inside.

Because I am pained.
I am hurt.
I am living.


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