Pain, a thing that consumes us all,
Untill we finally start to fall.
You can't escape it,
Not even a little bit.
It's a big part of you,
And that you can not undo.
Sometimes it's your enemy,
That tortures you mentally.
But sometimes it's a motivation,
For a remarkable creation.
Sometimes it hurts,
Like some kind of a curse.
But sometimes it gives you strength,
Not to lose your breath.
Sometimes it can be so brutal,
And so crutial,
That you can't even get up,
Or keep you head up.
But all those wounds with time will heal,
And joy and happiness again you will feel.