Pain is a problem,
It hurts the heart,
It hurts the sole,
It hurts to get up,
It hurts to be outside.

You say love is pain,
Love kills the weak,
love is the source of pain.

The one in your head,
That one guy that makes to daydream,
look at the clouds,
Write poetry about love,
and then you realize he doesn't love you.

So i wrote this poem to give you a clue,
love maybe fun,
but it's your worst nightmare.