BEAUTIFUL PAIN
This pain is the main,
part of my vein.
In my blood it reigns,
and my heart it strains.
Something in me choke,
and getting better I hope.
Shall I tie me on a rope,
because my soul is broke.
Shall I swing on the chandelier,
because I can’t handle the pain.
I can not escape the pain,
but only to stay in my lane.
In my mind it tangles,
like a barbed wire wrapped around it.
I wish to better my heart,
and free myself from this pain.
Beautiful pain is about that internal conflict within you. The pain you suffer silently where you have no one to rescue you.
