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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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