Stop?

Stop so simply said

Stop doing the only thing,

That takes away the pain.

Pain, none of us seem

Capable of explaining.

Words can't capture

The extent of our feelings.

Or maybe we don't even know.

The pain just settled one day.

Planted itself in our minds.

Infecting our every thought,

How we think in general.

Looking on the down side of things...

May be our way,

Of creating an excuse.

A reason for what we do

When the music is blasting

Behind that locked door.

Call us weak, for we are.

We can't take what you

Easily deal with each day.

And though we should stop

And it seems like an easy task.

Without the creation of that new wound

We wouldn't make it through the next day.