Pain
- Elisabeth Mayfield
- Apr 24, 2019
- 1 min read
We all have felt a form of pain
Some wonder if it makes us sane
For me, I look pain in the eyes
Before I go to sleep at night
But when pain smirks its ugly grin
I know that I’ll be crying again
As things that kept me held to earth
Disappear and lose their worth
As all the happy thoughts I had
Shift from happy and turn to sad
I scream again, I scream out loud
A scream that’s make a lion proud
But no one seems to hear my scream
Which makes me wonder if it’s a dream
A dream from which I can’t wake up
A dream from which could make me cut
And in my mirror I look and see
My demons grinning back at me
As shadows dance across the walls
I cry alone in empty halls
As tears drip down my lonely face
I can’t see the happiness I chase
The pain inside I can’t withstand
But the nails that are on my hand
Can rip apart my hopes and dreams
Ripping skin hurts more than it seems
Sometimes I wonder if my life matters
In seek of answers, I climb ladders
I tie the rope around my neck
And think about how I’m just a speck
Just a person alone in a crowd
A worthless dot, nowhere to be found
I look down at my scarred-up wrist
Blood trickles down to my balled-up fist
And all the scares tell the tales
Of misery, woe, and one who fails
I wipe the tears streaming down my face
And consider this my resting place
I close my eyes, take the leap of faith
Snap, and my emotions are finally safe

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