64 Days of Suffering

64 days ago
I fell down a flight of stairs
and I argued with myself
as I fell through the air

I landed on my face
and stood up without any pain
but I cried inside myself
because I hoped that I’d be slain

this world is full of tiny hurts
they build up just like snow balls
and I prayed that all that suffering
would stop once and for all

each morning when I awake
and see the edge of a new day
I think back to that moment
all my pain seemed to fall away

and I hope there’ll be another chance
to end this endless suffering
I plead to anyone listening
can’t you see me suffering?

can’t you see me suffering?