I don’t want your sympathy, I mean it never really takes the pain away.
Don’t tell me that “everything will be ok”, because it never will be and I bet it won’t even get better.
Don’t give me your hanky, I know for a fact that it won’t help stop the tears from falling out of the bags of my eyes.
I would have gladly accepted your hug, but now I really find it useless. I don’t think it will make my heart feel any lighter or even fill the big hole that was left in it.
My soul has soaked in pain so much that my whole being is-literally of pain.
So don’t you dare tell me ukuthi “ngikhala nawe”, man I’ve lived with this pain almost all my life and trust me when I say I can feel it by myself, so I don’t need your help.
My sins have decided to play “catch-up” and catch up with me, my demons are eating at my soul, karma has decided to make like a fly and be my guest -an uninvited guest…
…and all the skeletons in my closest have decided to come out and play.
I’m in pain and this pain is internal, it is within the soul and in a way spiritual.
I doubt I’ll ever escape it.