'You don't know what it's like to feel pain'.
Oh, don't I? Just because you've never seen me struck down by it doesn't mean I haven't felt it's shattering blow.
Do you know what it's like to be stalked by your worst enemy,
To see her reflected in passing cars and shop windows?
They say you hate everyone so you're angry at the world.
Well, I'm only angry with myself.
My heart was gift wrapped by the devil,
Tied tight with a barbed wire bow
That cuts and scars me with every beat.
I bleed where no one can see, but it leaks out every now and again
Through my eyes just to remind me I'm still alive.
Just.
I cry in the shower because what's another drop of water to a gushing stream,
Turn it up hot so my skin raises to disguise the criss cross of angry red scars.
So don't tell me I don't know what it's like to feel pain. To feel hurt.
I know, the words are gouged deep into an already ravaged soul.
Just because I'm my own tormentor it doesn't make the damage any less real.
You don't know what it's like to have your own mind turn against you.
So don't you ******* dare tell me I don't know what it's like.
Basically just a poorly disguised rant. Don't tell people they don't know what it's like. Just because their pain may not be the worst, or may not be one that you are used to, doesn't make it any less plaguing to them. We all have our demons, some just disguise them better than others.