pain

Pain has always been my best friend. He was there for me when I was first rejected by the one I love when I was a kid. He was there when I didn’t belong to any social peer back in high school. He didn’t leave me when I first heard that I was worthless from my mom. I swear, I can feel him patting my back while tears slowly fall.

He was there for me when I hear a certain song that makes me remember someone important from the past—I think I can hear him singing along with the song. Funny guy, he is. He totally bear with me while I was weeping about my first breakup ever.

He stood beside me when I felt alone, invisible and ignored. He was there when I’m just sitting and doing nothing. He even slept beside me, how cool. 

Pain has always been my best friend, and the good thing about him— above all things that came into my life, he’s the one who stayed and never left.