I Wasn't There

I have no idea what I did to deserve this, but I know what I didn't do
to deserve this. I don't remember asking for this pain. I don't
remember praying for this pain. Why is it there?

Why can't it heal like any other pain? Why can't it disappear like it's
supposed to? I don't need it. I don't want it. Why is it there?

I confess, I had it easy. I slept with no pain and I woke up with no
pain. Now I have to get used to this pain. My pain. It's mine to deal
with, it's mine to feel and its mine to embrace. I find no pleasure in
this pain and I find no desire to live with it. Could it get any worse
than it already is? If it could, let it come. I rather face it all at
once than to face it one at a time.

We all have pain to deal with. As big as yours is, it can't be worse
than the one felt by the one next to you. Whether we know it or we
don't. We all get punished for the sins made in the past. Even though
we were not there. Someone was there and that idiot messed it all up
for us. Now we have to learn to live with it.