Pain

All the pain
The pain in my life you can't see it but i can
Its horrible and discusing
I wish the pain wasn't in my life
But it is and its killing me
The pain is causing me to lose my friends, family and people who i care about
The pain is always there, in the car and at school and at home pain follows me everywere
I can also see if another persons in pain or upset
Pain is everywere in this world
its even following you and me right now
But the best thing to do is fight the pain
I am and its helping a little bit
It will either end you up dead or in the hospital
Pain is everywere
Pain
Pain
Pain






Pain



Anger courses pain,
Hurt courses pain,
Killing courses pain,
Lieing courses pain,
Death courses pain,
Crying courses pain,

Pain courses crying,
Pain courses death,
Pain courses lieing,
Pain courses killing,
Pain courses anger,
and Pain is hurt.






pain



pain surrounds you day to day
nothing helps it go away
pain in muscles pain in joints
pain so bad in trigger points.

pain that comes and pain that goes
pain that keeps you on your toes.
pain that people think is in your head.

pain that people don't know
when you sit in your bed wishing you were dead
pain that they will have to go through
pain they will have to see.
what it took to just be me.

pain I go through just at school
pain I wish will make me cool
pain that they will never see what it took to just be me

pain in your life
that makes you strive
to just survive

pain that it took
To just be me
pain i go through.
but people can't see.







NO PAIN, NO GAIN



no pain, no gain, no worry or shame. the more you gain the more the pain, what is pain if there no worry or gain?

gain is the only thing i can think of when i think of success because
it is the best.

pain, it rhymes with jane.
it the only thing i can think that rhymes with pain.

gain like king arth

He posted a plea.

On a Sunday evening last November, Patrick Moberg, 21, a website developer, was in the Union Square subway station in New York City. “Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed this girl,” he says. “She had bright blue shorts and dark blue tights and a flower in the back of her hair.” New York’s fun if you’re a guy—the city’s lousy with gorgeous women. But this one was different. She was his perfect girl.

When the number 5 train pulled into the station, the two got on. “I was enthralled,” he says. “I noticed details like her braided hair and that she was writing in a pad. I couldn’t shake the desire to talk to her.”

Taking a deep breath, he headed her way. Just then the train pulled into the Bowling Green station. The doors opened, a rush of humanity swarmed in, and then suddenly, she was gone.

He considered giving chase, but there’s a fine line between blind love and stalking. He thought of plastering the station with posters. Then a brainstorm: the Internet. “It seemed less encroaching,” he says. “I didn’t want to puncture her comfort zone.”

That night, the world had a new website: nygirlofmydreams.com. On it, Patrick declared, “I Saw the Girl of My Dreams on the Subway Tonight.” He drew a picture of the girl etched in his mind, along with a portrait of himself with this disclaimer pointed at his head: “Not insane.”

The website spread virally, and soon he had thousands of leads. Some were cranks, and some were women offering themselves in case he struck out.

Two days later, he got an e-mail from someone claiming to know the girl. He even supplied a photo. It was her. She was an Australian interning at a magazine, and her name was Camille. And she wanted to meet too.

Their first meeting was awkward. And why not? It was set up by Good Morning America. Like the rest of the media, GMA saw a great love story and pounced. But being sucked into a media maelstrom isn’t necessarily conducive to a nascent love affair. “There was a lot of uncertainty on how to act around each other,” Patrick said. And in the back of Camille’s mind, a nagging thought: Who is this guy? The media circus eventually moved on, giving the two a chance to talk without a microphone present.

“Everything I found out about her was another wonderful thing,” says Patrick. She was smart, funny and a big personality, a nice fit for this shy guy. “And,” he continues quietly, “we’ve been hanging out together every day since.”

Thinking back, he sighs. “It’s amazing everything went without a hitch.”