wrote another poem…this one rhymes :))

“it’s better to feel pain,
than nothing at all”
they say it like it’s the truth,
like it’s fate’s final call.

because pain likes to cling,
like dust in the seams,
it haunts all the old songs,
and half-finished dreams.

it hides in the corners
of streets i once knew,
in scents and in sounds
and the places where i grew.

but indifference is quiet,
a still, open door,
a soft kind of freedom,
not aching for more.

i’ve felt pain,
i’ve felt nothing at all,
but which is the crueler fate:
the nothing or the fall?