I am both life and death
Pain is more than falling off a big bike,
More than jumping off a cliff for a bet.
Pain is both physical and mental, like
Letting down your parents or having a dept.
I have seen the the tears of all, tall and small,
I have caused the river to flow from ones face.
Pushed, pulled, but never got close to hear your call,
Taken your pain so you can display grace.
Pain deals the cards for you to play, swallow
You from inside out, bruising the tough skin,
Causing a scream louder than most, follows
Thoughts of never being happy, end with pins.
He is what bring life and death, by given
The adventure, having fun until it’s taken.
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