The pain in my chest,
It hurts like the best,
I’m just so used to it.
Pins and needles in my toes,
Skin halfway froze,
But this is a pain I’m just so use too.
The tears in my eyes,
Sharp pain between my thighs,
Is a pain I’m just so use too.
But I shouldn’t,
When they asked me to talk
I just couldn’t,
And wouldn’t bear the pain of feeling ashamed,
Of my own doubts, losses, and thoughts.
Feel like I’m trapped,
But not in a box.
More like a coffin,
I constantly revisit so often.
Because it’s a pain I’m just so use too.