• Pain isn’t something that can be controlled or suppressed it can only grow or fade in to you as does a winter night in fusing its self to mans shriving skin alone in his room he cries for some ones worth hoping for one day not to feel any pain that was given to him of whom he trusted and loved, lies forced its self to become truth thou his eyes braking down perfect thoughts of a family gathered together by love and trust he yells out lies, lies , lies, tears fall down in his world, storms come together in a form of pain and sorrow and the only thing he can do is hold on to hope.