Every Day...

December 4, 2010
By , Pittsburgh, PA
The Hill becomes steeper
The pain becomes greater
The world cuts me deeper
I need a translator
To translate
These voices
I hear
Without end
And just when
My heart
finally starts to mend

“You think you’re in pain?”
they ask.
“You’re one sad, lazy excuse
for a man in pain.”

And the worst part

Is not the pain,
or the hopelessness,
or the insults,
but the knowledge
that they’re right.
That no matter
what I do,
where I go,
how I’m tortured
when I die

I will never know
what it is like
to be in pain.

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