He brings tears to my eyes,
Yet stirs empathy within,
He inflicts wounds,
That linger like echoes of the past.
He never pretends,
But keeps me awake,
Through sleepless nights,
Leaving me questioning what’s right.
His loyalty stands unshaken,
Needing no recognition,
His love for you runs deep,
Though you push him away,
He clings,
And knocks,
At your door,
A constant reminder of his presence.
Life feels empty without him,
Yet we despise his bitterness,
Failing to grasp his hidden tenderness.
Curious, I ask,
Who is he?
“Pain,” he replies.
