“I wish I could take all your pain away,”
The words fell soft, like dawn’s first lay.
She had never heard them spoken so clear,
Yet still a shadow of doubt drew near.
“That’s a lot of pain,” was all she said,
A heaviness hung in the air instead.
She’d seen such vows in stories told,
But never felt their warmth take hold.
I wandered inside, numb and still,
Each movement ruled by sheer will.
A blink, a breath—then nothing more,
But in my mind, a savage war.
No quiet place within me lies,
No peace, no solace, no disguise.
I do not know what brought me here—
I only crave escape from fear.
I want the fix, I want it now—
Though I know I am not allowed.
For healing does not come with ease,
Nor pain departs with whispered pleas.
Ravaged deep, beyond repair,
While chaos sings me to despair.
And dare I wish—through flame and rain—
To purge away this haunting pain.
I’d burn it down, this aching soul,
As if ash could somehow make me whole.
My heart farms death with each slow beat,
While yours moves on in rhythm, sweet.
I suffer, soar, weep in silence,
While you thrive beneath untroubled skies.
I mourn and sob through endless nights,
While you draw breath in morning light.
I’ve never known what peace might be—
You’ll never taste its absentee.
I suffered, I soared, I wept,
But you won’t grasp the tears I’ve shed.
You cannot know the depths I see,
Where pain and I walk inseparably.
