Pain

It makes and it breaks

It builds you up

And it tears you down

It lets you speak

And then takes away your voice

It supposedly makes you better

By taking you down to rock bottom

By chaining you up in the cell of your own mind

Making you watch as it crashes against your fragile heart

over and over again.

Leaving cracks and holes in what used to be a perfectly good heart.

People say that whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger,

But in reality, whatever doesn't kill you leaves you broken,

Drowning in your own tears,

Writhing in your agony,

Your torture,

Your pain,

And it hurts so bad,

Being so alone and broken

That's what life does to you

This awful thing called Pain.