Somehow I feel like life cannot give me taste of pleasure anymore.
Am I, still, alive? Am I really alive?
Without pain, I cannot realize my own presence.
“Pain is the essence of life,” someone said to me.
That is true, indeed. Very true.
For pain is what reminds me that I, still, am alive.
Without pain, I feel no life.
If I cannot feel pain, I would have assumed that I am already dead.
Pain makes me feel, pain makes me real.
Without pain, I feel like I am nothing but a walking corpse.
Pain is an arousal, maybe.
Pain brings back my feelings, those feelings that sometimes go numb.
Pain tells me I am still breathing.
Without pain, how tasteless a life would be?
Why would people long for pain?
Maybe because they are suffering from numbness.
They seek pains, either mentally or physically, to substitute their feeling of emptiness.
O pain! Suffocating pain!
Cannot you bleed my wounded heart some more?
Cannot you touch my soul with your cruel hands once more?
Cannot you make me scream in agony even more?
Cannot you just give me a slow, torturous Death.
Or would you rather torment me forever in this human realm?
- The End of Writing -