I once wished I could feel.
Not just feel, but really feel.
I wished I could feel more than most.
That things would affect me on a different level than everyone else.

What a fool

I do feel.
I feel on a level that is ten times heavier than the normal person.
I feel pain on a level people can't even reach.

I feel sadness, so heavy, resting on my chest.
But what I failed to think of at the time, is that to have more of something, something else has to be less.
And what I received was less happiness.

People feel happiness in everyday life and I feel the emptiness that lies underneath.
All I feel is the sadness and the pain.

To see beauty in the world, we must feel.
But pain comes with feeling.
And for people like me, that's a sacrifice heavier than we can bear.

Pain overwhelms me with so much sorrow, there is no longer room for joy.


*Is beauty worth the pain?