No introduction needed. We all know what pain is. Not the kinda pain you feel after falling but the kinda pain you feel after trusting, loving, caring and compromising and getting betrayed. We all know how hopeless pain makes one feel. And how one loses himself in it.

I on the other hand didn't know pain until it happened. Until nothing and everything happened.

Now my hand aches from the long nights i spend making love to my paper. Writing not because its artistic but because its a way of life. Survival.

I now know what pain is and I can tell you that its painful. I can tell you that it makes one feel hopeless..

My pain has turned me into a dark void. I push it down everyday assuming that I'll someday get relief from it.

Lost in my own mind that has nothing but haze that clouds every corridor. Pain that represses every form of feeling. I'm sitting in the middle of it all.

No conclusion needed. We all know that pain kills.
I know too....