Pain
pain is constant
inside and out
it’s like lost In the silence
lost in doubt
though pain cannot be mistaken
and never replaced
it cannot be helped
because it never leaves a trace
in fatality it leaves
in our final moments
when all we wish to cry about
it’s the broken shards we’ve left behind
life is meaningless with pain
because there’s nothing left to fell
with no feeling of life
nothing can be real
