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Pain
Mentally, physically, we feel pain. We've felt it most our life. First came the physical pain, but then as we get older mental pain comes along with confusion. We feel so much pain at times, but how come we still live? I've suffered so much, cried so much, but I'm still here. How much pain does one feel pain before they die, or do they even feel anything? Crying, weeping, broken bones, broken heart. I've cried so many times in the dark, to keep from spreading the pain. Why spread the pain? I hate causing pain, but I don't mind suffering for others. I look up at the night sky seeing the never ending stars. Will I die, it seems so unreal. So unreal unlike my pain, so unreal. We've been, seen, had so much in our lives, it's the only thing we know. There are many paths we can take, too many. Some people say crap like, follow your heart and you'll find your place. What if I don't know what I want, what if I don't want the pathway of life, what about death? It's just as interesting and fewer choices. There's only so much we can do in our lives, but in death we don't know. Life is filled with too many emotions and death is filled with too many secrets, but one thing is for sure. Life is a pain, mental and physical. Death, I have no clue what to expect.
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