{"sf1_id":1262722,"sf2_id":"P1E8LlOn","title":"pain","author":"Slindsey","words":87,"posted_at":"2017-11-13T06:00:00.000Z","tags":["Depression","Pain","Poem","self-harm"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1262722-pain","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/P1E8LlOn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/55/89/5589eebb-35ca-4df7-8878-1913764e4a8c","description":"major trigger warning i pretty much use all these poems i've been writing as a journal, so hope yall enjoy, im trying to become a better writer.","content":"Pain, it's the only thing that keeps me sane, without it I'm nothing.\n\nThe depression, the anxiety, it all fades away temporarily.\n\nAll I ever feel anymore is pain, I see everyone around me happy, I envy there joy.\n\nI can't remember a time I haven't relied on the pain to help me, the sting I feel from it.\n\nNo one understands that it's an addiction; i cant\u0026nbsp;quit in a day.\n\nI just want it all to end.\n\nWhy can't there be an end to my pain?\n\n  \n  \n\n"}