Pain
Sometimes you have to feel,
Just how much it hurts;
So you know you are real,
And that you're not just in a desert.
Sometimes you have to watch the blood,
Pour from the depths of your arm.
Watch it flood;
You hope it will ring an alarm
Sometimes it's not enough;
You still can't feel a thing.
Maybe it's a little too rough,
But to the pain, you still cling.
Sometimes life is too much,
And you just want to run.
You break with just one touch;
So you fly away to the sun.
But the sun burns your skin,
And you really start to feel the heat.
So you look back at your sins,
And find that life, you can't cheat.
*Written on June 7, 2017
Copyright © Lily Mayfield | Year Posted 2017
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