Made of Pain
Made of Pain thoughts stories

tinkerbell A world of my thoughts and feelings
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Ask me what I’m made of - I’m made of pain.

Made of Pain

Ask me what I’m made of -

I’m made of pain

It’s funny if you think of it,

But I couldn’t find a more perfect word for it.

I’ve died a thousand times inside,

For pain is never something you can’t hide,

It eats, it consumes, it becomes a person,

I couldn’t remember a day where I didn’t feel the sharp pain in my chest,

The endless tears that fell on my cheeks,

The faint silent cries I tried to contain,

This is me -

I’m made of pain.

I’m made of something that I’m not suppose to be made of,

But I guess you could easily remember me as this.

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