no, you fool.
pain isn't just crying yourself to sleep at
3am like how they pretend it is on tv.
it's retreating to your piano
in the corner of the hall
and playing until your shirt is soaked with sweat
and the anguish bleeds out of your
fingers and onto the white and black keys.
it's crying and seeing your tears fall onto the
glossy wooden finish of your guitar,
it's staring absently at the blood streaming
from your fingers and staining the guitar a
deep shade of red.

no, you fool.
you don't understand.
pain is going to the things you love
and using them to express yourself
and you feel your soul painting itself
into the words you could never speak.