Pain is just another word yet, not one soul on this earth manages to escape its grasp.
You can lie and say you have never once felt the pain and sorrow life brings but this will never be the truth.
Each one of us has felt this yet we are still here, why? Why must we be put through this hell if it just gets us nowhere but unsettling thoughts?
Some of us are lucky but there are ones who feel each drop of sadness 10 times worse than most. One of us who can’t get the demons out of our minds and sometimes they scream so loud we feel we deserve the pain of the oh so wonderful blade.
We are the one who protected everyone yet, who will protect us? Even if someone tried to, we won’t know what to do with ourselves if we are for even a second to be weak, to let someone tell us everything will be okay. Life is just different for us. Why? Someone has to be the protector and yes we could stop but that’s just not who we are.
Yet, we still live; we still feel and we still keep going. True, some of us give up but if you are truly brave and wish to bet this so-called “peaceful life” you won’t give in, you won’t let the demons drag what you leave behind way into the same hell you suffered.