I'm tired of hearing/seeing people whine about their perceived pain.
None of you motherfuckers know how to suffer.
Pain isn't a migraine or death in the family.
It isn't a drug-addicted mommy or childhood of poverty.
Or failing at school or work or love.
Pain is an entirety, the no-memory of stagnate memory.
The eternity of a single emotion.
An unattained understanding with everyone but yourself.
Pain is visiting the terrified face of a smaller version of you from the hours of 6:30-8pm while imprisoned in a psyche ward.
& knowing you've spent the past 4 years strengthening someone who doesn't love you while neglecting the person who does.
Pain is colorectal cancer.
& without health insurance.
& the shit i'll never talk about.
Pain is.
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