I think when we are in pain (of any kind), we tend to want to explain it, or take pills to numb it. My pain runs much deeper than the physical type. It's a spiritual and mental anguish that can't be stifled with drugs. I am always seeking refuge from my mutilated emotions and pursuing regrets. I am sick, yet always rejecting the cures. I seek solace, but am apprehensive when I find it. I am on the edge; too petrified to look down, as I boast to the crowd below of my courageous intentions to leap. I am alone by choice, always cursing my decisions. I want to be taken care of, but need autonomy. I have forced my world to crumble, but frantically try to pick up the pieces. I try, but never quite hard enough. My salvation is always within my grasp, but when I touch it, I push it away. Wishes are for fools; and are actually delusions, playing the transparent role of sweet dreams.