Pain
Pain is an emotion. It tears you up, makes you bleed, and feel,
and leaves you defeated on the floor. but more htan that, pain is
alive.
it feeds on you. it rips you up, leaves you to dies, and swallows you
whole. you have no
control over its strength, or how long you can fend it off. if at
all...
usually it consumes you, everything you do, until you fight it off.
and by doing this, you confront the object that causes all of your pain.
and you LASH OUT, waiting only for that object to cease to
exist,
to end, to die.
rightfully or not, you wish all things bad to tear at this object, this
person, that causes
all of this despair, all of your heartache; that which leaves you so
low, and so depression
consumed. if the object is at fault, it deserves whatever it gets. the
wrath to whatever degree
of intensity. but if not, if no harm had been intended, it doesn't
change anything. you were
still in pain. and that is all that matters. you don't care, ever. all
you need is you.
remember that.