I write about pain.
Pain that I cannot see my beloved grandfather anymore,
pain that I cannot help my parents get along,
pain that I cannot seem to please others,
and pain that I cannot help others that are in need more than me.
I cannot deal with this pain that seeps so far into my chest that I cannot rip it out.
The pain that keeps me up at night taunting me with its voice.
And most of all, I cannot deal with this pain that comes with having to watch everyone go along with their lives like nothing is wrong.
Because pain is everywhere.
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Tells about my life and how I feel about me not being able to live the way I wish I could.