r e
a l
p a i n
.
does anyone even know what
r e
a l p
a i
n is? maybe a
select few. they've been through it.
when you run home
from school, burst through your front
door, bolt up the stairs and into
your room, and explode into
hysterics on your bed because you
lost a boyfriend or a best
friend... it's not real pain.
real pain is losing something. r e a l l
y l o s i n g someone to the
merciless claws of death. it's
a hurt so deep, so consuming,
that the pain from the blade just
doesn't penetrate anymore. so , when you've felt your soul drop
to the floor like your heart has been
punctured with a large hole, a b l e e d i n
g sore, then you'll have wept as i've wept and
you'll
have bled as i've bled.
the next day you see
me, look into my eyes to see
real
pain.
don't ignore me. come
over here and
i'll show you what
r e a l p
a i
n feels
like.
rest in peace, father. you didn't deserve this. i miss you.
i love you.