My Beautiful Pain

Pain tap dances on my soul to the sound of my heart’s cry,
I imagine hell while I climb to the stars in the sky.
Being misunderstood has become the norm,
During clod nights, grief’s jacket keeps me warm.
Don’t have many friends because I fear those,
So I cry on my own shoulder thru the highs and lows.
The girl I like will probably not stay,
Due to my cold love another guy is better for her anyway.
What I use to call home is now a forbidden place,
Wonder if searching for another is just a waste.
As I sit at the table amongst life’s painful company,
I sleep alone, so misery doesn’t love company.
My knees have lost feeling from so much prayer,
Its hard when you cant seem to find someone who genuinely cares.
Back and forth debating on what’s wrong and right,
Arguing with your soul turns into a soulful fight.
Days go by while it gets harder to cope,
All I have left is this chip on my shoulder and hope.
Forgive me Lord for being so cold,
But the warmth of love pushed me away, so I purchased anger and feelings…I sold.
Welcome to my beautiful pain,
To you it may seem crazy but… its how I maintain.