Pain

PAIN.
Deep-rooted, bone-crushing pain.
All in the mind.
All over the floor.
Anywhere.
Everywhere.
Bring it on.
I can take it.
Even if I can't, I merely die.
That'd be okay.
As long as the PAIN is gone then.
If you die, do you stay the age you are?
Or do you go back to the way you were happy?
Do you go back to being happy?
Or do you stay in PAIN?
Where does it end?
When does the paIN stop?
Does it ever?
Will it eer stop for me?
For us?
All of us.
In PAIN.