I've Never Really Known Pain
I've never really known what it is to feel pain. I've been stabbed, I've been beaten, I've broken bones. Still no pain. And I swear, it drives me insane.For every bit of pain that I should have felt, a numbing feeling to me is dealt, and that just leaves me utterly drained of all emotion.I've never even fallen in love before. I believe my brain might be protecting me from future pain until the threat of that pain is no more.So what now, then? Do I ever feel anything, and if so, when?How can I survive in a world where I couldn't feel any less alive?Answer me this, if I were to leave, would I be missed?Would anyone care or would they just stare at my body, waiting in the mist that is sure to fall? I've heard that's what happens.I've seen it in sad movies where I can't even cry when a loved one doesn't even get the chance to say goodbye.I've heard it's no fun to cry, that it makes you contemplate why they had to die.I don't know then why I yearn for tears to fill my eyes,but I feel that if I can feel pain then I will stay sane.That's all there is to it, there's no reason to complicate it one bit.I'm sixteen years old and the only time I've felt anything was when I put together a rhyme.My paws would scribble across the page day and night hoping for a reason to stray from the light that I've been presented.That's probably what I've resented all these years. Living in Nethermost is enough to bring most to tears from the peace,but I've found that I've unwound what it means to feel.I really can't begin to comprehend what it means to have a heart to lendor a song to sing with a delightful ring.My name, you ask? That's not important, is it? I've spent all these years chatting with you with no pretense towards knowing your name but it hasn't stopped me from trying to fit in to your little standards.Oh, yes, I do know about them.Your absurdly strange standards for those you want to befriend but you've searched the world and failed to no end.Tell me, if you will, why we have to fit your specific bill.Can you not accept us as we are? Am I the only one whose tolerance has developed this far?I'm rambling, I know. And if my name would enlighten you so, it's Bliz Nightly.I've for years been a fairly renowned poet and you might as well know it, for I've seen my books on your shelves.What's that, you say? You wish to help me feel pain today?Well good luck, for I haven't been able to get out of this metaphorical muck for years.I really hope you can help me so I can drop this rhyming façade and finally with full feelings praise my God...