To show you how I feel- You’d have to see things that aren’t real,
See things that aren’t clear- Have your nightmares become real.
Have the unseen actually appear- Everyday you’d face your worst fear.
It’s the unimaginable being felt- The undealable hand being dealt,
Screaming with no voice- Asking for help.
Counting on only yourself- Because you have no one else.
Being surrounded by people- And still feeling alone,
Getting stuck in “your” zone- Feeling lost when you’re at home.
Feeling everything’s gone- And having it all go wrong.
My Life’s been turned upside down- Flipped around,
Then slammed down- 6 feet underground.
And I never once made a sound.
For you to see how I feel- You’d have to spend a day in my Life,
Walk in my shoes- See what it’s like.
See with my sight- Then maybe you might,
Understand this fight- I know this ain’t right.
But it’s all I know- And really all I like.
I’m so used to pain- That happiness hurts worse,
Living with this curse- Is what helps me disperse.
These sentences and words- The thought seems absurd.
Being happy hurts worse- It seems I can’t deal with it,
That’s my curse- I can hardly feel with it.
I can’t write about being happy- Shit seems to sappy,
I crumble up the paper- And get rid of it fastly.
Happiness is my sin- Pain is all I know,
It’s all I show- And I fear I can’t let it go.
It holds me closely- It’s gotten to know me,
It’s tossed and thrown me- And somehow shown me.
That Pain is Love- And Love is Pain,
That Life is Suffering- And Suffering is Gain.
If you make it through the suffering- And remain alive,
Then you will find the meaning of suffering- For you have survived.
Michael C. Lucas