It seethes into your mind and sinks into your heart,
like a lethal injection.
Then it stops.
Leaving you with nothing left.
It is the migraine that explodes your head.
And the love that always leave you alone in dread.
She mocks your sadness by creating sunlight.
It is the stitch of unforgiveness in your heart that never healed.
She helps you learn from your mistakes.
It builds up anticipation for something good then just rips it away!
Pain is selfish, sullenness, and sickness.
Pain will go away when people realize.
Pain is seeing him who got nailed to the cross.
Forsaken to take our sin.
Pain is life without him.
About the Creator
Jessica Dixon
"Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on." -Louis L'Amour
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