Pian

The pain, oh the pain, it gnaws at me like a ravenous beast, tearing at my insides until I am left raw and bleeding. Each breath I take is a struggle, as if I am drowning in a sea of my own despair.

The weight of my agony is too much to bear, like a crushing boulder that sits heavy on my chest, suffocating me. I am consumed by my anguish, trapped in a never-ending cycle of torment and misery.

My heart is a gaping wound that refuses to heal, each beat a reminder of the pain that courses through my veins. And yet, I cannot help but revel in this agony, this all-consuming fire that burns within me, for it is the only thing that reminds me that I am alive.