Pain

  There’s never an enough that seems to be enough.
Who really calculates how much a person goes through in there
Lifetime? Who is in charge of deciding who should live, and who shouldn’t?

I used to think it was only parents who can control every action
Of my actions, but I shortly realized that life is deeper then that.
Now I am older and I bring upon my own actions, and choices

Realistically I am the only one who can cause pain, troubles among me
So I ask my self, why I do that to myself. Is it because I like pain, is it because I don’t
Know what happiness is. Or is it because I am doomed. I shall never know

The things I do know is this. Pain hurts, having your dreams slip right out
Of your hands like sand, hurts, never accomplishing things on the first try
Is painful. Everything in life seems to be painful from the second a kid comes out
From the womb it’s crying, through all there lives they cry and cry who comes to wipe
The tears away. The place where they all started there parents. So where do the parents go


Between now, and forever. I miss being a kid. I miss me.