This Pain
Why am I so far from same?
Not even close to sane.
What cause's this pain
This pain
What is so messed up in my brain?
That bows my head in shame.
That weighs me down with my own blame.
This pain.
Is it this heart that beats its lonely sigh.
That is tortured from a love never there.
The last echos of a thought that wouldn't die
This pain.
I don't know what to feel.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know how to express.
This pain.
It's always there.
Through push and shove.
and in the end
you learn to love.
This pain.
Copyright © Brent Becker | Year Posted 2011
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