Eternal suffering

Tears of sadness down my face
Pain across my expression.

A blade.
A cut.
A trickle.
Hurt.

The cuts and scratches fade out
As days go by. As years pass on.
As I grow older.

...but how they got there won't.
Storytellers die, but stories live on.

My pain. A story.

The physical pain is gone
Yet, the mental pain still hurts
Wishing I knew. Why.
Why the pain is still there.
...my Eternal suffering.