| Pain |
| I feel the same old way again, Why must the pain never end? You have slapped me many time verbally, Why is this just occuring to me? Every time I tell you that I care, You turn into everything that I fear. You say that your not good enough, That you are not worthy of any love. You tell me love isnt real, but yet you claim love for me is what you feel. While I sit here and try to analyze, All the pain I feel inside, You just talk about suicide, And all the reasons why you want to die. You dont understand the pain that I hide, All the pain shuved inside. To know that I could be living days and weeks, Without talking to you or hearing you speak. Then one day, to my surprise, Find out that you have committed suicide. To me that feeling is worst of all, And the worst of all is that it's all my fault. I dont know how, but I feel it is, Its my fault for not giving you reason to live You might never understand my pain I hide, All the pain I tend to shuve inside. I feel this way every day, but when tomorrow comes, I'll shuve it away. Around my friends, I smile all the time, To hide the pain, the pain stuffed inside. But at night it returns again, Why must my pain never end? -Celina Hoban |