Pain

There’s a point in life when you realise that all you have ever known is pain.

You live in pain, constantly hurting from others.

You start to think that the way to love is pain.

If someone loves you, they must hurt you. That’s when you know they care. That’s when you feel loved.

You mould yourself to make them happy because love is pain.

You want a hand? I’ll cut off my arm for you.

You want something to walk on? Let me break off my legs for you.

You need a heart? Here’s mine, I don’t know how to use it anyways.

This is what love is.

Give yourself to be loved.

When they throw it away,

When they are done with your arms, legs and heart.

I’ll just pick up the remaining pieces of myself and give it to the next person.

Because love is pain.

I wasn’t taught love.

Is there a school for how to love?

On how to be loved?

On how to receive love?

I see them loving and being loved,

It looks nice.

It looks happy.

I want happiness.

Is that what love is? Painful happiness constantly?

Life is not easy,

At least not for me.

Life is painful, people hurt.

How can they find love in this hurtful world?

I think they just love through the pain or something like that.

There’s a point in life where you realise life is painful, people are hurting so they hurt you. Hurtful people hurt people.

I am hurt-full

But I don’t want to hurt them.

I don’t believe in fairytales, I never got the happily ever after.