Pain is being empty, lonely.
Pain is looking at the bottle of pills as the only thing that brings you hope.
Pain is staring in the mirror wishing you were prettier, more popular.
Pain is wanting to feel something to know you're alive.
Pain is giving up when there's nothing to hold on to.
Pain is what makes us grow,
Pain isn't fun, that we all know,
Pain helps mold us into who we are meant to be,
Pain make us stronger, you and me,
Pain can be depressing and shameful,
or helpful and hopeful,
It all depends on how we look at it,
Make it into anything we see fit,
It can make us, or break us,
So the next time you begin to fuss,
Decide if you will break or grow stronger,
If you will free yourself or suffer longer,
I believe that you are strong and can overcome anything,
You just have to decide to let go of the feelings that pain can bring
Pain is me and a strain for you
Pain is in everyone we look up to
Let me see inside your tears
Then I'll trust you with my fears
Pain helps me make hope my own
Pain is what makes the heart known