Pain.

I need pain I need the sting of being forgotten to plunge through my heart like an anticipated dagger, bloody and accustomed to I need the loneliness of 18 years to cloud my vision and steal my carefully wrapped emotions away I need heartbreak I need the stir crazy butterflies with their wings wilting to die within me That's what It feels like Heartbreak feels like the devil had no mercy on your soul Like he danced with barbed tap shoes within your chest I need that feeling I need that pain in order to sing the sweet song of poetry across continents I need pain and tragedy as an artist I need emotions so I can empty myself onto blank pages I need to be relieved Without pain there is no relief Without poetry I would be full An overflowing vessel of helplessness Blindly searching for that familiar pain Lost within the taverns of myself Begging and pleading to die inside just once more So I can write again