Pain

Pain Sydney Friend Pain. I feel pain. I know what I’m doing is wrong. No, I must make myself belong. Don’t you eat another bite! I hear the same old song. Pain. I feel pain. My wrists are bleeding red. The voices are screaming in my head. The song is growing louder, “No one cares unless you're dead.” Pain. I feel pain. Now my body is shaking. How long will I keep faking? Does anyone even see me? I’m broken and I’m aching. Pain. I feel pain. Suddenly, they see me. “Well that girl was never eating.” “I always saw the scars.” Yet, no one saw me bleeding. Pain. I feel no pain. And now here I am lying, six feet under and they’re crying. So, this is what the world is. To be loved you must be dying.