The Unwanted Visitor
As the days go by
Pains grow like blossoms from trees
I have seen my friends suffer
Endless painful nights digging into emotional gold mines
Only to come out empty handed
I have seen good
people with good hearts
Torn in half by pains that are as sharp as the prick of the
rose
I sit and wonder why I can’t take their pain for myself
I sit and wonder why it has to be the good people who suffer
I want to suffer for my friends and family
For the
good souls that don’t deserve pain
I want be able to swallow their pain
I want to devour their pain
And just absorb it for myself
I wish I could just hold the pain and crush it
Into a tiny thin powder that disintegrates in the wind
So that it could no longer exist in the body
Of my friends
Of my family
Truth is,
No matter what I do
No matter how hard I try
Pain will always be
An unwanted visitor
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