Pain

I've never really understood why people say that pain is good.

"It builds your character" they say, "and makes you stronger every day".

Well that's not how it seems for me, my pain keeps growing, endlessly.

And every night I try to sleep, but hold my pillow close and weep,

for what I'd built my hopes upon, for all my dreams that now have gone.

I paint my smile on every dawn, to hide the things that now I mourn, 

and every day I'm slowly dying, living on, but inside, crying.

Praying for this pain to go and hoping that you'll never know,

but wanting you to feel it too, this devastation, shared with you.

A pain so sharp it takes my breath and almost makes me long for death,

for how much can a person bear before their heart, in two, does tear?

I know that life must carry on but how can mine, when you have gone?

You truly were my future light,

my one true soul mate, burning bright.

If I knew your love had gone, you didn't care, your life moved on,

then maybe I could bear this pain and heal myself, to love again,

but knowing that you're dying too just fires my need to be with you.