Someone once told me that I’ll never know what it’s like to experience real pain. But yet it’s almost four in the morning and I’m thinking about what life would be like for the people around me if I wasn’t here while I’m letting out silent screams in hopes for no one to hear just so I can have more of an excuse to be alone while I’m suffering with a dangerous mind and an aching heart. The only words escaping my mouth is the name of someone who once promised me that they wouldn’t leave but did and if that’s not real pain then I don’t know what is