My Friend Called Hurt and Pain
It’s better to feel hurt then nothing at all,
Feel the burn, ache, torment and the pain.
To feel every convulsing wave shake me,
From my feet, to my hands to my brain.
You see, my body is numb, my emotions have gone,
My happy and grief went away.
And I stand everyday not aware anymore,
My mind’s in a state of decay.
I miss the happy and fun, the joy and naïve,
The caring about people around.
I miss the beautiful songs from little birds,
I miss the beautiful perfect short sound.
Now, though, I must go and destroy me more,
Just to hear my body groan.
And hold hands with my friend called Hurt and Pain,
Together in my head all alone.
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