The Pain

If you think taking loads of morphine before it starts hurting Might help, heal the pain or at least reduce the effect You are wrong, laws or rules fail here. You will feel the pain no matter what you do No medicine in the world can cure it. This layer of protection, you think you have Well for pain, it is just like a sheer paper It tears right through as if nothing ever existed it hits you right where you never wanted it to hurt It hurts you like a migraine One where the darkest black is neither black enough nor dark enough. All the sad songs in the world couldn’t sum up how you feel the pain is so deep that nothing ever feels right It is going to reside in there for as long as it wishes And destroy you from within it crushes your soul, your hope The best you could do is wait. Wait ...and wait ... For it to be done with you. For it to leave parts of your heart and soul scattered and battered so you could glue back the pieces together.