stop whining
about that mascara
that smeared on
your pretty little
face

stop exaggerating
that one small
bruise on your
knee you got
two weeks ago

because some people
have a bruise on their
empty little scarred
hearts they can't fix

there is no bandage
for the hurt,
the pain,
and the suffering

Why is it that a woman suffers?
She is the pain bearer
She carries a human with her
She goes through pain with a fear
Careful to make sure she doesn't hurt anyone
She walks carefully not to tip or fall
Just because she doesn't hurt the one
In her womb, she walks delicately
And when she doesn't give birth to a son
She is given more pain than the birth has ever given her.

She is a curse
A blasphemy on the surface of earth
And when situations become adverse
She is the one to clean the dirt.

Why is that a woman suffers?
In each and every part of this world
In every situation that occurs
She is beaten and slit
She is made to pay
The expenses of someone else's debts.

It broke my heart when I saw you cry.
We may as well be strangers, but at that moment I didn't care.
I wanted to run to you and demand that you give me some of your pain so you didn't have to feel it all. I could see you dying under the weight of it and I wanted nothing more than to save your precious soul.

Pain is a burden and it is unavoidable. It will never leave us alone; it will lurk around us like a dark omen and keep us in the shadows until we give into the screaming in our head and just
Feel it.
It killed me to see you suffer and know there was nothing I could do but stand helpless.

Here I will wait for the Lord by the shores of Babylon,
where the waves brush my feet
and the winds touch my face.
No longer will I be saddened by my departure,
for You are here with me.
From my sufferings I will feel joy,
And only psalms of praise shall
take flight from these lips.

Don't look at me when I know you can't stand me
Don't act like you care, I'm vulnerable as you can see
Don't touch my cuts they aren't for you to caress
Don't tell me to sleep you know I won't rest
Don't lead me on when I know you won't show
Don't tell me you love me, don't ever let me know
I'm too far gone to be considered in my head
Just leave me to rot in self pity, I'm as good as dead