What do they think

Those who live for pain

That pain can bring us to life

Or that it can tear us down

Well it does both if you will it to:

Just it’s never fair, no, nothing about pain is fair.

Now listen, this is a story about a kind of pain

Pain always has a story

Whether it's mirthful or full of peril

There’s always a story to follow pain.

Time has run out, can’t stop the screaming

The screams of pain

In our heads or out of our mouths

The pain

Pain of heart, pain of soul

Kinds of pain felt for others in pain

You watch as their heart tears

- Should you comfort them?

Do they need it right now? -

Why does this pain still have to hurt?

But still enough to make you inherently numb

To everything else; Nothing will be the same.

Since the pain; this pain.

This pain might never, ever go away.

Not ever; not fully.

It hurts

It burns

It breaks

But maybe just maybe

It could go away someday

Bit by bit, bit by bit;

a little less, a little less;

Bit by bit a little less numb.

Watching the pain

The pain that works fast and slow

To break away at their hearts

The heart that lost

The bleeding weeping hearts; in pain

This pain

Don’t let them be gone.

They are really gone.

Now all that we can do is wait.

Wait with the pain,

Not to remember the numb

Try to not show this pain.

This kind of numb

We are slowly breaking, now that they’re gone.

We are the broken pain left behind.

Quick, sudden, unexpected.

That's the kind of pain.

Quick, sudden, unexpected.

The kind of pain it is.

That’s what it is to bury a friend

It is pain—but right now; now it’s different

A different kind of pain.

With ripped hearts and numb thoughts

We are in pain

In pain we hold together

We have to hold each other together.

Now bit by bit

Bit by bit the numb fades

Fades away with every passing day

There’s a path to this kind of pain.

First the shock comes

With disbelief and a crack in our hearts

Next the tears, cause now you know it's true,

Even if you don’t want it to be.

The pain

Numb but not.

The numb comes later

Now after tears it’s guilt

The perforating of our torn hearts,

With salt in the wound.

The guilt will bring on the numb,

But not yet. Next comes the sobs

Sobs of guilt, tears of pain

But guilt is a different kind of pain.

It’s what brings the sobs

There’s nothing we could’ve done.

They’re gone

We’re not

We keep going, while they’re now frozen.

Gone.

But not forgotten

Because pain

Pain

This pain

Is the hardest to forget

You will be remembered.

This is the story of pain

The pain that comes with burying a friend

Not our fault, nothing we can do now

They are gone

But the pain still lingers

And so it will stay

always here

never really truly gone

Just like them

Forever Remembered.

Just with a little pain.