Life, pain and sadness. These three of them always will be in our life, maybe more than hapiness, enjoyment and daring. Every soul has a special flower. Some of them have thorn, some of them have lead and some of them have a little bit all of above and flowers. Why? Why does this hurt that much? Why I cannot take the pain away? Why doesnt my body push against the pain and be surrender to the pain? Full of sadness are discovering my body. My headache, stomach ache, pain is everwhere of my body, especially in my heart. Walking in a street which one has no lights. While smoking, I feel cold in a summer night. I wore my jacket, but I still feel cold. I see no one is beside me. Just my head and me. A voice in my head is a singing a song which is I am not quite sure of the song. I feel like every smoke of my cigarette kills me bit by bit.
P. S: All I want you to feel the pain I have been feeling since yesterday.
Life,
pain
and sadness. These three of them always will be in our life, maybe more than
hapiness
, enjoyment and daring. Every soul has a special flower.
Some
of them have thorn,
some
of them have lead and
some
of them have a
little bit
all of above
and flowers. Why? Why does this hurt that much? Why I cannot take the
pain
away?
Why
doesnt
my body push against the
pain
and be surrender to the
pain
? Full of sadness are discovering my body. My headache, stomach ache,
pain
is
everwhere
of my body,
especially
in my heart. Walking in a street which one has no lights. While smoking, I
feel
cold
in a summer night. I wore my jacket,
but
I
still
feel
cold
. I
see
no one is beside me.
Just
my head and me. A voice in my head is a singing a song which is I am not quite sure of the song. I
feel
like every smoke of my cigarette kills me bit by bit.
P. S: All I want you to
feel
the
pain
I have been feeling since yesterday.