pain

There are times when I just want to quit, sometimes it hurts already. It hurts more than the initiation I had when I entered my fraternity. There are times when everything are just dim. Sometimes I feel I am just an object, a ghost. Sometimes all I can think of that it is unfair. I already know that I am already a sponge of hurts. I can grab the pain and smash it. I am considered a masochist because I receive pain and keeps silent. But what could they do? This is who I am. I care and think of others before me that I sometimes do not eat. You’ve hurt me a lot of times, you’ve hurt me that I could only show you that everything was ok but when I’m alone I cry. Sometimes I think that I’m too dependent to you. I just took the pain and keep quiet and be thick enough to let it go away. I am patient, I know, I know that the hurts I have I could just mend it. Pain! Oh how sweet it is, do I have to be your friend for the rest of my life?