Saturday, October 20, 2012

THE WET FIRE OF A PAUSED DREAM

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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