Pain
Pain is more than tiny scrapes
Pain is more than small bruises
it's more than growing pains
Pain is more than upset stomachs
Pain is more than a broken bone.
Pain is getting stabbed in the back
Pain is letting go of the one you love
it's watching your best friend walk away
Pain is faking a smile becasue you can't explain
it's crying yourself to sleep every night
it's the cuts on your arms
Pain is dying on the inside but pretending you're fine.
Pain is screaming for help but no one can hear you
Pain is loving someone who doesn't love you
it's having your heart torn into billions of pieces
it's wanting people to notice but not wanting to be a bother
Pain is not what it was when we were young.
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