My Pain

I seek to the falseness of the pleasure- To where I can temporarily no longer feel the pain I have for that short span- Of which I only think of the pain that waits for me when the pleasure wears off- I then feel my crooked knees my broken heart and my twisting insides that throb in pain- While my heart feels as if the pleasure never truly existed and is still just as broken- My feelings of crooked knees and twisting insides continue- They wait until I fall into temptation again that gives me temporary freedom from the pain I have once more-