Pain Poem by Jake whaley

I wake up with tears dripping down my face
Looking in the light hurts as I disgrace it
Words have cracked me until it’s hard to erase
I try to keep my spirit up but it doesn’t come with ease

I listen to words of bullies
I take them in like water
If pain is just an emotion than
Would God make it hard to breath?

Sinners and saints are all the same
They still deal out pain
A lion doesn’t hunt for pleasure
It hunts for survival

Then why I keep asking myself
Why do humans hunt for sport
Shouldn’t we be smarter than an ant
Should we just die?
Or live on like we are dead?

If this pain is strong enough to cause a war
Why should people dish it out for fun?
Why should we bend over backwards?
Just to try to fit in with a crowd

Should we just die on our own?
Or should we die with help from pain?