Pain Stings

Sun, 02/07/2016 - 20:06 -- Dukes


United States
41° 58' 13.1268" N, 87° 39' 46.962" W

Some say that pain is something that feels forever
but is only there well never
and depression
we decide we will make our obsession

I know you can only make something of yourself
when you don’t cling to the past
eventually I will have to put it all up on a shelf
only to bring it back down like the time before or the last

They say pain is a chest at the bottom of the sea
it won’t be brought back until it is nothing, but debris
this isn’t something you can overlook
like when you “study” up on a book

This is something that pierces your heart
it will rip it open and soon
it’s something that eventually will tear you apart
make you feel like you’ve been left maroon

Counseling will talk it out but can’t solve it all
you’ll only find yourself in the middle of a brawl
only to find you’ve started it yourself
you can’t even do as much as assert oneself

Only to find yourself thinking of death
others think you’ll come out of it you’re just really depressed
I honestly wish I didn’t see this as all I have left
and to those whom say it’s a phase I protest

Disappointment and good at things but great at nothing
I look in the mirror and I can’t help but think ugly disgusting
you look at yourself as unforgivable and when it’s too much to bear
you figure it’s time to leave you’re not worth the time it takes to repair

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