Best Of Me (Pain) Poem by jayanta sengupta

Hurt me, Hurt me again,
Only then you will see my pain.
The wounds are so deep,
They are the only treasure I love to keep.

Pain is my only friend,
From the start till the end.
Everyone tried to take the best of me,
And happily I gave them what they wanted from me.

I was never satisfied with whatever I did,
But the only thing that made my soul happy was when I was dead.

I found myself the worst,
Never able to cope with the rest.
Everyone was so fast,
And I always found myself standing at the LAST.

But still I loved and lived PAIN.