I draw my purpose from pain, because pain is the only thing I can taste, feel, smell; anymore. I’m haunted by the blood that seeps through my teeth as I’m staring at the floor. I’m hurting, and turning red, while wishing I was dead; because pain is the only thing that is stuck inside this head… Anymore. I get pleasure when I see my fellow man agonizing, but throw a fit when it’s them laughing… At me. There was pain endured for me, willingly, yet I spat in it’s face, and still continue to; to make His pain worthless; when I know his pain was the only thing, worth anything. His blood is the reason my pain, is worth anything. His love is the only reason I’m worth anything.