Pain

Do you know what pain is?
When you fall from your bike and scrape your knees,
You feel pain.
But have you fallen from a building or into a river?
Attempted suicide?
When you get a paper cut and bleed,
You think it hurts so much and you cry yourself to sleep.
But have you ever cut your wrist with a sharp blade and bleed to death?
Have you ever taken too much drugs?
Or drowned yourself from too much alcohol?
Maybe looked into the mirror, hated your reflection,
Decided to punch the glass,
Slipped from the water on the ground,
Fell so hard on the glass,
And pierce into your skin?

You've fallen from your bike,
Got cut by paper,
However, you've never did the other ones.
If you did, you wouldn't be reading this right now,
If you did, and you are reading this,
Your unlucky.

Wouldn't you like to be in an eternal sleep?
Seven feet under, peacefully?
So do I.

But fate can be a b***h.
You are alive, right?
Coincidence?
I think not!
Fate is simply being an a*s.
Now,you are here
Reading this.
Recalling all the pain,
Your failed attempts of being at peace.
I pity myself.
Oh, pity yourself so.