(continued from part I)

Pain will make you grow up very fast
But not give you the chance to grow very tall at all.

Pain will linger on your breath
And follow you like a dark cloud,
And the worst part is,

You have no refuge.

Sure, the lucky ones find temporary shelter under medicines,
chemicals,
drugs legal and illegal,
And sometimes these shelters last long enough.

But even when the pain is gone
The fear of its return hangs forever heavy on your shoulders

and honestly

I don’t know which is worse.