Not every pain hurts

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Not every pain hurts- Lacrimosa

When you have the will
You learn to forgive and to forget
You have to -
Collect the broken pieces and
Humble hearted
Stand up from the place you hide
If i wouldn´t know to miss anything
It couldn´t hurt me no more
Mistakes tought to build life
From the ashes, that fell down to ground
Without any pain it wouldn´t be the same
Experiences made me strong -
Not every pain hurts
Deep inside
When you learn to devide
Don´t fear the danger
Follow your heart to the light
Live your dream and breath
When you listen to yourself
Don´t always expect
To find understanding
It takes time
You may loose your faith
But don´t be afraid To find the solution
That heavy wasn´t my load
That i wouldn´t also try
To carry yours
My burning heart - unbearable!
My optimistic mind - collapsed!
Without any pain it wouldn´t be the same
Experiences made me strong -
Not every pain hurts
Deep inside
When you learn to devide
Don´t fear the danger
Follow your heart to the light
Live your dream and breath

Lately i've been afraid of pain and yesterday i spent the whole afternoon hearing that song. it's a very good song. i wrote this last week and the pic is of my best friend. i just hope the fear goes away.... after all not every pain hurts...

CUT
I'm sitting in a corner and starting to feel cornered. Staring at a blade that's judging me. I just want the red tiers to run but I can't, for some reason I won't.And sitting in that corner I'm suddenly scared of the pain. The pain I live with, the one that comes out of my skin, that comes out threw my skin. It's like been paralyzed. "Siempre me encuantro dando vueltas tan rapido, cuando en realidad permanesco estatico". To be that person I run away from. The me I hide in a box under my bed and cloth. It would be much easier to just give in to temptation. Sweet blood that runs threw my veins and matches with my dress. A little place in the world for me and all my sins to rest. And a visual pain that helps me bring my insignificance to life. A bruisehere, a scar there. Bang my head against the wall, cut my leg with a broken mirror. And life goes on and no one knows and it's not safe and I don't care. And I was there and the raiser was there and my thigh was there and the blade was right on the skin waiting for that extra push and I stopped. I stopped. I stopped. I stopped. I stopped. I stopped. I stopped. The corner is getting smaller and I can hardly breath. And I'm not a believer and I'm not prayin for shit. But I stopped. I stopped. For now I stopped till yesterday comes back and then I'll start. I'm sitting in a corner and starting to feel cornered. Missing all my life as it passes right before my eyes. I think the best I can do for now is just stay in my corner and watch the world go by as I try to find new ways to cry.