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Pain



The worst kind of pain,
Is when you're just there.
You can't breathe, no tears come out,
And you ache to just not care.
The physical pain is hell,
But it's the scars that don't show,
That will kill even the strongest of minds,
And most times people don't even know.
My whole world crashed around me,
And in minutes everything was gone.
And everyone who thought they knew
Was shocked to find out they were wrong.
My ability to walk, my freedom,
And my lover were taken from me.
They all thought the broken back
Was the worst, but I was hurt emotionally.
My heart bled more than any other wound,
Yet I couldn't speak about what's inside.
Every time I tried to open up and tell them,
No words would come out and I just cried.
I spent nights sobbing myself to sleep,
Wondering how long this pain would last.
This is by far worse than anything
I've ever faced in the past.
The pain someone else endures,
Is usually different from your own reality.
Don't ever judge or think you know,
What you're unable to see.

About this poem

I wrote this 7 months ago right after a car accident. I was into my second month at a rehabilitation center and having a hard time coping with my losses.

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Written on May 17, 2021

Submitted by 313FELON on January 03, 2022

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5 Comments
  • azra_a
    Very true it really aches.
    LikeReplyReport1 month ago
  • donaldb.70394
    Hello Jessica it's Donald.
    Please call me I have the same number.
    I didn't know.
    LikeReplyReport2 months ago
  • cecilia.crasto.au
    I feel your pain, but I sense an optimism and resilience which has brought you through the darkest times in your life! Thanks for sharing this heartfelt and well-crafted poem...Inspiring!
    LikeReplyReport6 months ago
  • Soulwriter
    The pain is so palpable. Anyone who has suffered loss can relate to it. Sending love and strength.
    LikeReplyReport 18 months ago
  • Dougla$Irishman
    So very true, you cannot see pain, physical or mental, both can be very severe.
    The hardest part is YOU must endure in solitaire ! No one can help you. Take each day as it comes = 1,440 minutes in a day ! Trust and obey, for there is no other way, God's knows. 
    LikeReplyReport 19 months ago

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