Pain is something very personal,
For me it's being immortal;
I get thousand of wounds from people around,
It's only you 'pain' that surround...

People leave me for what i am,
It's only you 'pain' again that bam!
I get hurt from those villains,
That i get in my life in millions...

I feel like leftover that's left again,
With you 'pain';
It's you that makes me weak,
An intense emotionfreek...

It's you that returns back to me with interest,
While my good deeds rest;
It's you who would **** my kindness,
Because now i feel very less...

I think it's better to die,
Than to cry;
But i'm not among those cowards!!
Who are always with feet het backwards.