Pretty old poem, I did a sreies of different emotions and thought I should post them up, so here you go. The Pain I must be strong I need to fight, to grow strong The chaos approaches, with it accompanies the death of many I fight to create pain for myself, through my pain I grow strong, I must be strong Cuts, bullets, poison, fire, The pain from myself makes me tougher and stronger The feel of a blade, which can cut me and my wrists Creating my agony and cruelty more powerful I grow strong, I must be strong Today I will battle, against the enemy and my pain With this I close away the pain that binds me, to the one I love I stand alone, for I am the only one to create the place of no pain Pain, is my ally, my friend, my enemy and my nightmare I grow strong, I must be strong For with pain like everything, it must come to an end The only way to stop the pain is death, I fear it not Instead I hope that death will wash away the pain Now the time of war begins, the time of death begins I grow strong, I must be strong So that I might die in battle and be granted the peace of death
