Pain; It never ends until you die it keeps coming at you like a falling comet out the sky. You question your owe desire to even go through it all because you start to wonder is there ever a pot of a gold at the end of the rainbow? Why are they happy and not me? If I could live in a bubble I would go and do it! Listen to music and live off twistlers and twinkies. Dreams can be so hard to grab when your mind is filled with endless agony that keeps replaying itself like a broken record.