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Nov 2019
Pain insufferable, pain unending,
Pain tearing, pain gnashing,
I have heard it all before
I have lived it once before
Pain, pain, pain, such a vain word

Hello, my name is pointless
And I am addicted to pain
It seems wrong to profess
I fear there is little to gain
I don’t recognize pain anymore
Yet peace is still a chore

How can I paint a clearer picture
I pretend to have a chance with her
Knowing the flame is but a flicker
I turn to the scripture
Yet it only stirs my pain quicker

See, I live off the pain
Whether I drown in complacency
Or swim myself to death,
I win
Whether I spend my days fixing the bone
Or must lose it in vanity,
I win
Whether I fight through the thorns of life
Or waste away in comfort,
I win
Whether I am forgotten alone
Or become lost at sea,
I win

Tell me, what should I fear more
To hear nonexistent voices
Or to want to hear them
Tell me, what should I fear more
To be addicted to the bottle
Or to desire to want it
Tell me, what should I fear more
To destroy a lifelong relationship
Or to long to see its end

As a drunk grabs his bottle
As a druggy grabs his needle
So too do I grab my knife
Written by
Noah Thibault
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