Pain, you see, doesn't come to you in poetic forms. Pain, doesn't trace circles on your skin or trace lines along your back before it covers you with it's pitch black arms. Rather, it creeps from the hole in the door, crawls it's way up on your body, stinging you with it's each slow step, haunting you, it covers every fucking inch of your body with itself, and then, it stays there. The moments are silent, but each moment is painful. And what makes it more painful is the fact that the pain is visible to only you, it exists only for you. The person sitting a few inches away from you doesn't have any fucking idea of this monster. So, when you cry for help, you scream, but no one seems to listen because it's only you who knows how much it hurts. It's like you are screaming and yelling for help but, someone, just took away your voice, just imagine. The pain is there; it's hurting you; you cry for help; you beg for it; but it seems that no one can see it. And then the pain, it tightens it's grip, it holds on to you, and then stabs you ; aaahhhh; it bleeds , you cry; you give up your expectations of getting rid of it. Rather, you now, just wish to survive these moments until the monster finally decides to leave; because all your screams , all your cries are going in vain. All they do is suffocate you more because of the fact that someone's there who can help you but isn't able to know that you need help. So, now, all you try is to just breathe; just b r e a t h e and hope that you will survive, this too, only to face it again, next time a little BRAVELY..