Pain changes you.

Pain sucks.

It changes the way you talk, the way you walk, the way you think, the way you talk.

Pain Changes you.

If you’re lucky enough to survive, you get to talk about it and people admire you for fighting through it. If you’re not lucky, it changes you.

Physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually. It changes how you look like your eyes start to drop a little deeper into your sockets, or that’s just me.

It hurts sometimes to get out of bed in the mornings, and the bed is all you think about. It changes you mentally as you start to hurt, it teaches you not to trust people, not to let people in. Pain teaches Paranoia. It teaches self – preservation.

Spiritually, you don’t worship anymore. You start to question God, the concepts and the concept of her. Worship becomes false to you. Needless, too. You stop feeling after you experience pain.

You just feel hurt. And Angry. And sad. It breaks you. It is not for romanticism. It crushes your hearts and dreams. It kills you. Slowly.