Pain, stays.

I may profess my emotional strength, claim to be very strong. I can hide my tears under smiles of fortitude. I'm not that strong, not the least bit. When i cry, my inner recesses hurt, like so much, death and everything else could seem sweeter. Maybe it is. Physical pain, you cry over for some minutes. In fact, I don't remember the last time I cried when I got physically hurt. It's been a while. A while.

Emotional pain is hard to take. It hurts every inch of your body. You cry with your face engrossed in a pillow, hair remains scattered, so are the tears. For whom? Nobody at all. Cause, frankly, nobody really cares. It's a very egoistic world out here. You could be weak enough to take the phone and call back, even if its not your mistake, even if its you who's hurt, even if its you who's crying. You'll still call. You'll cry a bit more, hang up. The call is not returned, neither is the care. Its a strong egoistic world out there. Stronger than you. And someday, it will crush you. So bad, your recesses will hurt ten times more. The pain will be too much to take. All the foot steps taken will be on roads that lead to your opposite end. Its a cruel world out there. And its happier than you are. Your care will always be unreturned. Always. And Forever and a day.  

My recesses hurt, real bad. But it will be taken care of, by sleep, that over comes fatigue and sadness, and grief.