Pain
Pain
Pain is real
it takes your breath
Brings more feelings
you think of death
Would it be better
to rot in the dirt
Or live with the pain
on the hem of your skirt.
The life that you live
is excruciating at best
But it's okay now
it's time to rest
Waking again
to a real feeling
Coping, hoping
sleeping, dealing
Pain is real
pain is your friend
That's how you know
know that this isn't the end.
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