Thoughts

Pain, I have conjured, is just a feeling of emptiness within your chest of those who leave your side. An unbearable loss of those you thought cared for you.
But is it the pain we cannot stand? Or is there something different that we hide, never show to anyone, that makes us feel the  everyday?
Somehow there is a way we conquer all the things said to us and the fact that we, as living beings, survive the harshness of the words that plague us with all the Pain.