What really matters
What is
Pain?
Pain is loss.
Loss of skin.
Loss of blood.
Loss of limb.
Loss of heart.
Sad, is it not?

Pain.
We all feel.
It is competitive.
You feel,
I feel,
He feels,
She feels,
more than the other.
So, addictive.

We cannot get enough of it.
Pain.
To mope
To grope
No hope
Almost ENJOYING,
Pain.
How, sadistic.

Matter.
It does not.
Whether people say it
Care it
Mean it
Feel it.
Alone. You decide.
How, selfish.

But Why?
Should it Matter?
That loneliness
is a drug
in a mug
that you chug
to feel, better?
Except you don't.

Hence,
my dilemma.
Alone I feel
and want to remain
But if I continue
I will go insane

I must
talk
Let go of this burden
Listen to what I say
the secrets that I've hidden.
But no, I. am. afraid.

Afraid to hear the echoes of my pain.
Afraid to hear what matters and what doesn't matter.
Afraid that pain will consume me again,
filling me with loss,
at no extra cost,
but a few pints of beer.

So you see?
The only thing I fear is fear.
The pain, it matters.
At the end.
When you overcome it.