Pain,
Most people would think..
Physical pain.
Scars that will mark you body.
Or maybe the sickness killing you,
slowly.
Pain for my mother,
Would be loosing me.
The tears that flows from her eyes,
When her mother died.
Pain for me,
Would be every single day I open my eyes.
And remember I got no one to hold me.
Pain for me would be,
The moment my mother looked at me,
As I held her close,
In front of my grandmother's casket.
As they slowly lowered her to the ground.
The Pain for me,
Would be every perfect thing,
In my head that I Imagine.
Every moment that I feel like I belong,
When I had someone to be with me.
Because when I finally opened my eyes it was all gone,
The moment has ended.
And the person is gone.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
Pain,
Most people would think..
Physical pain.
Scars that will mark you body.
Or maybe the sickness killing you,
slowly.
Pain for my mother,
Would be loosing me.
The tears that flows from her eyes,
When her mother died.
Pain for me,
Would be every single day I open my eyes.
And remember I got no one to hold me.
Pain for me would be,
The moment my mother looked at me,
As I held her close,
In front of my grandmother's casket.
As they slowly lowered her to the ground.
The Pain for me,
Would be every perfect thing,
In my head that I Imagine.
Every moment that I feel like I belong,
When I had someone to be with me.
Because when I finally opened my eyes it was all gone,
The moment has ended.
And the person is gone.
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