A Familiar Pain.

The verses in this passage were written 20 minunets apart.

And then it hit.
Then pain that had been building inside me, had no where else to go.
It needs out.
Rudely it pushes its way up my throat, but it doesn’t want out that way.
Past my eyes some escapes.
The Rest?
Well it rushes back down.
The pressure begins to build again.
And there it will sit ignored until once again,
it grows beyond storing compassity and tries to escape.

And it sits not yet dormant,
The mixed feeling of pain, sickness and sadness rushes over me.
I do my best to suppress it and writing helps.

It never leaves,
It's always been there,
To torment me.
When I try to smile it laughs at me.
It knows it's fake,
It makes it hurt.