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.
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