Pain is a thief. Invisible to others, it silently steals souls and spirits bit by bit. Bleed inside, not out. Scream that doesn’t leave mouth, but echoes throughout body.
Pain is a thief. Stolen hopes and dreams. Stolen time. Stolen happiness. For this thief, there is never too much to take. This thief will take until only a shell is left.
Pain was a thief. Pawned long ago aspirations, optimism, success. No return of stolen moments, missed opportunities.
Pain was a thief. Invisible. Demanding. Relentless. Pain will not steal what I have left. My pain, my thief, doesn’t own me; I own my pain.