How do you describe pain?
Is it in the love you need?
Or is it in the ache you feel,
When that love is denied?
Is it the blood that runs,
From your wrist,
After cutting it open?
Or the cut made,
By someone you love?
Pain is those feelings,
Too raw to handle,
Swell and morph,
Inside your brain,
Causing unseen events.
Pain is that emotional scar,
Left to haunt your every movement.
Pain is the fear,
That crawls into your bed at night.
But above all,
Pain
Is
You
Is it in the love you need?
Or is it in the ache you feel,
When that love is denied?
Is it the blood that runs,
From your wrist,
After cutting it open?
Or the cut made,
By someone you love?
Pain is those feelings,
Too raw to handle,
Swell and morph,
Inside your brain,
Causing unseen events.
Pain is that emotional scar,
Left to haunt your every movement.
Pain is the fear,
That crawls into your bed at night.
But above all,
Pain
Is
You
Dakota H. 
Chicken--Pie
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