i wrote this a little while ago. i just got so tired of people saying they know what pain is. this is what came out of it.
you think you know pain? with your jaded ways and gilded hearts. your cynical pain. you know nothing. you know nothing of pain, nothing of sorrow, nothing of heart-break. you say you cannot go on, you lie in bed, wallow in self-misery of some petty boy or girl. you are empty. you are shallow. you have never known the heart shattering feeling of loss. watching your beloved waste away before your very eyes. their eyes becoming empty, their souls being called away. you think nothing of this minor pain. you have no idea of the sorrow bestowed upon the world. where babies die in their mother's arms and blessed children are stolen away. where a mother's love is taken from her child by the cold hand of death upon her brow. so, say you know pain. say you know sorrow. say you know misery and melancholy. i say, walk a mile in my shoes. walk in the shoes of the orphan, the motherless, the parents of the lost child. walk a mile in our shoes, then tell us what pain is.