They say pain can help you write better
Pain
They say
I scream
so quietly no one can hear me
Pain pain pain
Over and over
Pain
Again again again

They say pain can be art
But how do I save myself?
When my lungs are filling up with water
When I am drowning
in the sea of my own thoughts
Is anyone out there quiet enough
to hear my screams?
Someone save me
No no no
Just let me drown

Because unlike most,
I cannot simply turn

the facts
(I am not theirs
You are not mine
My heart is racing
Living
But too fastly
I am dying.)

into words that speak to another souls
That comfort
those like me, like you
and tell us quietly, "you are not alone in this"

Tell me, my love,
(or rather
fellow comrade, high on our youth and lust)
how do I turn my pain into something beautiful?

When you say,

Pain is not
Pain cannot be
Pain is quiet
Pain is truth
Pain does not have to be beautiful
Pain is you

Because you are not beautiful
and there is no need to be
Just like how you do not have to write better
Because I hear you