Pain Poem by Saint Cynosure

I've so much pain inside myself,
I truly wish I was someone else.
I toxin up to ease the pain,
but when toxin's gone its back again.
I would truly wish on no one's soul,
this pain I feel and grief I know.
My smile is false,
my laughter to.
I'm shattered to pieces,
if you only knew.
I've pain in my sight,
pain in my breath.
It's painful to live,
so I dream of death.
Pain is my master,
I'm shackled, enslaved.
Surely theres comfort,
in death and the grave.
If you thinks it's a lie,
and I speak untruths.
Be me for a day,
and you'll pray to be you.