Pain

Pain

I trip and fall.

I feel pain.

A crush tells me that he does not like me the same.

I feel pain.

I get bullied and ostracized on the bus.

I feel pain.

I start to let demons in my head.

I feel pain.

I carry everyone's weight on my shoulders.

I feel pain.

A false father figure abuses me.

I feel pain.

I bottle everything up inside.

I feel numb.

I grab a pencil sharpener...

I feel more pain...

But when I got up,

I felt stronger.

When I walked away,

I moved on and found true love.

When I found better friends,

I was not alone anymore.

When I ignored my demons,

I escaped my own cage.

When I lessened the weight by helping people,

I felt content with a sense of purpose.

When I went for help when I was ready,

I felt safer than before.

When I started to be more open,

I felt more relaxed and closer to people.

But when I let go of that sharpener...

I now will always have a story to tell with a better tool:

My pen.