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Pain...
its something that hurts in so many ways
there is almost too many to count
physical pain
like the pain inflicted on myself to keep sane
emotional pain
like the scars that dig themselves a little deeper when I think for too long
mental pain
like the thoughts that cause the other pain I feel so often
and since this is an ongoing cycle we come back around again
physical pain
like the pain that steals my breath when I haven't eaten in so long
emotional pain
like the tears that fall like rain when I'm pushed too far
mental pain
like those memories of happier times that dig like spikes into me
and on again this cycle goes
physical pain
like the dizziness that sways me when sleep eludes me
emotional pain
like those nights I spend awake trying to keep calm
mental pain
like those thoughts of what might have awaited me at the end of all the bad times
repeating and repeating endlessly until there is no more
we are like the snake that devours itself
constantly rotating in the wheels of fate
always looking to escape
Only when something or someone new intervenes
will the cycle slow or even break
its something that hurts in so many ways
there is almost too many to count
physical pain
like the pain inflicted on myself to keep sane
emotional pain
like the scars that dig themselves a little deeper when I think for too long
mental pain
like the thoughts that cause the other pain I feel so often
and since this is an ongoing cycle we come back around again
physical pain
like the pain that steals my breath when I haven't eaten in so long
emotional pain
like the tears that fall like rain when I'm pushed too far
mental pain
like those memories of happier times that dig like spikes into me
and on again this cycle goes
physical pain
like the dizziness that sways me when sleep eludes me
emotional pain
like those nights I spend awake trying to keep calm
mental pain
like those thoughts of what might have awaited me at the end of all the bad times
repeating and repeating endlessly until there is no more
we are like the snake that devours itself
constantly rotating in the wheels of fate
always looking to escape
Only when something or someone new intervenes
will the cycle slow or even break
This current breakup reminds me very starkly of how I used to be and how much more hurt I can take before it gets to be too much. Although the only good to come of this, the pain has always helped me produce my best poetry.
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