A Poem: The Meaning of Pain

You asked once if I knew the meaning of pain,

I let you see the sadness, the despair in my eyes,

And I answered,

The meaning of pain is feeling nothing, it’s being lost, slowly coming undone,

You asked once, why I cut myself,

I showed you my memories, the faded scars,

And I answered,

I cut myself to feel, crimson tears pull me from the edge, they help me heal,

You asked once, will I make it through,

I told you my failure, the tragedy that is my story,

And I answered,

It’s not how often you fall, it’s how many times you get back up, fight this war,

Years later, down many roads travelled,

You asked again if I knew the meaning of pain,

I turned my back, started walking away,

And I answered,

The meaning of pain for the already dead is life, it’s living.

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