Pain. Not just the mental and emotional anguish I struggle through on a daily basis. Physical pain. As if life weren't miserable enough for me. Seeing people in pain. Public hospitals. 8 hours spent in total only to be told there's nothing they can do. Not even a painkiller to dull the senses. The entire time just reflecting on my existence and it makes everything so much worse. What is the point? What is the point? To exist just to experience neverending pain. No reprieve. All I've ever wanted I cannot have. Other people don't know what it's like. Alone. Poor. Broken. Empty. Pointless. Dead.