hot sharp pain
white fire pain
a hold of me
no escape pain

nipping at my ankles pain
squeezing my heart pain
a burning sensation
piercing the dark pain

a slip through the fingers
a just out of touch
a just a little longer
enough is not enough

pain in the past
pain in the present
pain promised in the future
but pain is not forever

still searching for the meaning
still searching for the why
it feels like my only purpose
is to be alive
then die

I am told of one way to live
I must follow through with a plan
Yet it is not my own

You must complete this
While living like that
On, but you’re not grown

Your age is just a number
When you try to make your own choices
Unless they line up with theirs

Your plan is not yours
But it is for your life
I guess it’s something we share

I thought my future
Would be my choice
But I guess that’s too optimistic

You promised to stay
and never leave my side.
You promised to listen
and never guide me wrong.
You promised to help
and never let me fall.

You promised to love me
and never did.

Is it really a promise
if you swore to do something
you knew you never could?