To be in pain, means to be alive.
I finally figured it out. The difference between you and me. You used to be the sunshine, vibrant and warm. Now you are a black abyss of sadness and anger. I have become the sun. How different it is for me to be the warm one, the one full of life. Iv always been dead inside. Compared to you, i am like a new born, the definition of living. You used to leak joy and laughter out of your lips. Now all I taste is anger and bitterness on you. It makes my knees weak. Not in the way you think. It makes them quiver out of sadness that you've turned into someone you promised you would never become. I would take the time to ask you, what has made you so cold. I already know what did this to you. I already know the unkindness you have experienced. I already know your suffering. I can't question why you have turned to stone because that wouldn't be fair of me to ask. I know why you're the shell of yourself. I know what happened. I lived it with you. Some days, I can't be mad for you being so harsh and distant. I often find myself wondering if my heart still beats. If my feet are still moving. The only assurance of being alive is when I watch my chest heave up and down. Sometimes I wish it would stop moving all together. Like I said it's not hard for me to understand why you have turned to stone.