When you feel the pain hit up,

Intruding the healthy conscience of your body.

When you're just as lost as a star which doesn't sparkle or twinkle,

When you're unable to understand,

Constant chattering of people around you,

Ready to give out a suggestion or recommend a doctor.

When you reach a time you can't trust the healer

When the pain sears inside you,
With a sharp blunt knife,
It cuts and cleaves your flesh,
But there's no blood oozing out,
That is what pain is like.

It splits your patience and your health into two,
It renders you paralysed without actually being one,
It gulps down all your strength slowly savouring the taste,
It knocks you down where you've already been bruised.

It's a scum,
A tyranny,
A pitfall,
A melancholy...

When you've lost the strength to even cry,
When you just don't want to be vocal about your pain,
Coz you know, it's only you who has to bear it.

When you're dangling in there,
Quizzed and perplexed,
Whether to give up or keep going.

When bone-ache becomes bone-chilling,
You write such piece of shit
You curl up your toes,
You tangle your legs tight,
You snuggle up your soul to bed,
And silently cry yourself to sleep.

Just another Moment of Pain....

A/N: For some reason I didn't wanted to write this in first person. Maybe I don't want to directly express my feelings, which I already did above. Anyways, 'you' feels perfect. I wrote something after so many months. It feels good! Hope you people like.