Pain, my reality
Pain, so deep it pools inside
Pain, so horrific it hides inside
Pain, so simple it leaves a trail
Pain, so tiring it kills at will
Pain, why do you exist?
Pain, why have you become my best friend?
Always present
Always waiting for me to wake up
Often keeping me awake to just "chat"
Always reminding me that I am at least alive
Pain, why do you stay?
Pain, the only true emotion
Pain, the only true feeling
Pain, my reality
what if you woke up with my pain?
would you view the world differently?
I think you would.
Pain, the terror of my everyday
Pain, not even the medications can take away some of it
Pain, the vain of my existence
Pain, my reality
About the Creator
Carol Shupard
I am a disabled individual with psoriatic arthritis, osteoarthritis, fibromylagia, and some mental health issues. I love researching things, writing poetry, and ghost hunting.
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