Kevin McAuley


Pain


This pain I feel is from years of life
This pain of mine strikes like a knife
This pain i know, my past has built
This pain I carry with the help of guilt

This pain controls me keeping me lost
This pain consumes me at all cost
This pain guides me down with despair
This pain never, I will share

This pain holds me tight
This pain grabs me with all it's might
This pain has taken all my will
This pain is with me till my body lies still

This pain I am told, is life
This pain is me, it is my strife
This pain most of all is a reflection of me
This pain has held me back from a life that could be

This pain is not longer going to guide my fate
This pain I will control, to point me strait
This pain, This pain you will always be there
This pain, This pain no longer will I add too, to be fair

Submitted: Monday, February 06, 2012
Edited: Monday, February 06, 2012

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