Pain is like water to me.

It washes off my skin so easily,

But leaves a trail of stranger

it drips slowly to the floor

In a heap of an unwanted mass.



The water can be overwhelming

To a point of utter catastrophe.

Luckily I brush it off and shrug,

Knowing that it will come back someday.

It always does.



Everywhere I go I get caught up in it,

Because water is in the air I breathe,

In the blood running through my veins,

And the food I eat at the dinner table.

Pain is with me at all times.



Water can be two things

:It can be something we need to survive,

Or it can be something that we fear the most.

I love and hate the water

,Because without evaporation my world is over.