So You Want To Feel My Pain

Sharp.

Like firmly pressing the tip of my finger against a harsh piece of sandpaper and slowly drawing it across the rough surface.

Shrill.

Out of place. Like listening to a lullaby being played on a piano and the musician pounds out discords of notes that are sharp when the signature says they should be flat.

Sour.

Like sucking on a lemon.

Scary,

Will it never end?

Brutal.

I can't take it anymore.