Pain is the only mate of mine.

Life breaks me, shakes me;
Everything I have got, it takes off me.
Pain is the only one,
who truly accepts me.

Pain is my only friend.
The one who never leaves my hand,
Even when my own shadow refused to stand.

It never turns its back on me.
It never yells at me.
It doesn't get mad,
Even when I have done something bad.

Everyone tells me I'm weak,
But it calls me to follow its lead.
That lead led me to a place,
Where most can't reach.

My lips are frozen,
My heart is broken,
My sanity is shaken.
Yet pain still gathers the steps
That needs to be taken.

It made my sight sharp.
It gave my thoughts a deep arc.
It wove into my voice some harp.

It gifts me eternal calm.
It fills me with its tender warm,
When it hugs me into its arms.

Now I fall in love with Pain;
For the first time, Love runs in my veins.
When Love saw us, knitted like a chain,
For the first time, Love tasted Pain.

when begins the end of my existence,
Peradventure pain will taste its own essence.
Then it will know how humble I was,
And why everyone rejects its presence.

It is the only mate of mine.
The one who never calls me unkind.
I am the only mate of this unkind.
Even so I never ask it to be kind.