Pain. The feeling of so much yet nothing. The thoughts that flow through my mind. Are they the thoughts of a sane person or insane. The thoughts of just blackness and darkness they float in my mind. Pain.

Pain. The idea of loving someone so much that the entire idea of putting yourself all in also means loosing who you are as time goes. The near existence of being “free” and being loved the true way you want to be, becomes only a memory. Pain.

Pain. The knowing of looking at someone to just know that the idea or reality something is going to happen becomes a feeling that can’t be shaken. The idea of being with this pain becomes something so strong you crave you can’t escape. Pain

Pain. The idea of “I won’t ever be enough for you” streams through every inch of your veins but still can’t let go of that rope. Stretching the entire truth of “you can do this” to be the strength you hold on to. Pain.

Pain. Will it ever stop….