You wouldn't understand the pain I go through
I don't even understand why I live with it
I see the pain that they go through
I live it, I endure it, I embrace it, I cry
They never see my pain, what I go through to make them happy
It's a curse, it's a blessing
I know what they are feeling
It's my only way of understanding
But why must I kill myself whenever it's too much?
good writing, fire. like shadoe said, hope you feel better soon.
we wax and wane just as the moon love, our strength as the tides, you'll feel better soon hun.