Pain is a friend of mine. She visits me whenever no one else does. At first, i didn't know how to handle her, and i really hated her for that. But when I realized that she was here, when no one else wasn't, it didn't feel that bad anymore. I got used to live with her, and i realized how to handle her.
Nowadays I find her kinda beautiful. When I accepted her, she accepted me. It didn't hurt that much anymore. Even it hurts still, she made me feel alive. She reminded me about my feelings when I was at my lowest. Nowadays she's not here with me all the time, but she does visit me somedays. She reminds me that nothings ever perfect. And Im glad about it. Pain can be beautiful. Sometimes.