Does this pain have a name? what can you say about it? that thing that follows you, haunts you, waiting for your embrace. it is every drop of blood that spews forth from your wrists. every emotion from every bleeding heart, past, present, and future falling on you. all your memories begin to play over and over in your head making you wish for the safty of a war zone. forgetting who you are, who you were, only to become another faceless child in a sea of smiles. does this pain have a name? is it mine?
