Pain
October 16, 2008 • written by Anonymous
This life is filled with hurt,
happiness never works,
peace is a lie,
and only to be believed by the weak minded,
as long as you let useless emotion affect you,
there will be no peace; only pain,
suffering and death,
life seems pointless,
having no meaning happiness and joy a fleeting,
ideal slowly fading away,
out of our “society”
Our youth rolled out of their innocence,
“Common” curiosity can land you in jail,
Love well what can I say,
but it is a false notion,
only to enter the hearts of looks,
leading to their destruction,
what happened to me?
are my eyes open?
can I finally see?
nothing is real but pain now.
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This is the best poem i’ve ever heard. If, by permission from the editor, I could e-mail this passage to my friends i will.
Pain is a way to get back at the world; to set yourself free from the restraints called life. We need pain to fit into our society; pain is the gateway to what we call existence.
well i dont really think that pain is like that. i think pain is only something that is used to make you stronger in the future.
well i dont think that pain is like that. i think that pain used to make you a stronger person in the future when the pain comes again you would be able to handle harder situations.