Pain, so demanding.
Always needing to be felt.
Why?
Why can't I just be alone,
without the pain,
without the agony.
You can pull out that razor,
slice all you want.
You're still gonna feel the pain.
You're still gonna feel the hurt.
I'm stronger than that pain.
Better than that pain.
But that is a lie.
Because pain, pain will always be felt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem