I have spent a lifetime
Healing the people that hurt me
In hopes that without their pain,
They will not need to inflict it,
My suffering should not be medicine,
My sadness should not be a cure,
Do not tell me I do too much,
I've scarred what you left bleeding.

Collapse;
collapsing force.

Monumental;
monumental pain.

Shifting in the night,
ripping through torrid dreams—
each atrocity screaming its own cry,
existing through its own suffering...
each plea demanding its own recognition...
creating its own world of pain,
its own Reality, encased
in its own experience of torture.

And you...
where do you turn?

I used to think
That the world didn’t need me
That if I’m gone
No one will be in pain

I used to live
As if my life was small
And I give away myself
To others I thought about

I used to see
The lack in my being
That I can’t be
What others needed

I used to dream
For the pleasure of their heart
And the love they might spare
To me when I’m down

Eventually
I lost myself
I became
A mixture of other things

It was a choice
To live or to die
What's the point
What is the point?

But l heard a gentle voice
That led me to an epiphany
At the root of my suffering
Lies a hidden questioning

Who am I?
What am I?

Then began the journey
of a tiny hope that lived
To really see and understand why
To really know everything

Years passed
Life has shown me many things
Each brought me closer to the answer
I began to see
The reason for my suffering

I now see
The world as a mystery
It is not known
But I cry at its beauty

I now dream
Of nothing but love
Nothing but myself
Nothing but this

I now live
As a flower in the field
As a being in a dream
As a moment
of love

I no longer think
I just live
And I love
And I am
That...

Am I justified for my suffering
When I live with people
Who have suffered through more
They have greater pain than me
They know the true definition of pain
Of lonely
Of heartbreak
Of disappointment
Of depression
My pain is nothing compared to theirs
Am I justified for my so called suffering

She has imprisoned the freedom of my love,
No one has right to have me except her,
Many have touched this body of flesh,
No one has touched my soul except her,
I'm in love with the heart she have,
No one has touched mine except her,
I can't sleep without looking at her pictures,
No one gives me that frith except her,
God forbid! I got sufferings in her absence,
No one has right to hold my hands except her,
If someday I need to snug from cold people,
No one has right to hug me except her,
The day I feel troubles in bed,
No one can ****** my hairs except her,
I wish I die with my eyes on her face,
No one can have my head in lap except her,
She is delicate, exquisite and perfect part of my life,
No one will have me except her..