The greatest pain

The greatest pain in life  is not to die, but to be ignored.

To lose the person you love so much to another who doesn’t care at all.  To have someone you care so about so much throw a party…  and not tell you about it. When your favorite person on earth  neglects to invite you to his graduation.  To have people think that you don’t care. 

The greatest pain in life,is not to die,  but to be forgotten.  To be left in the dust after another’s great achievement.  To never get a call from a friend, just saying “hi”.  When you show someone your inner most thoughts  and they laugh in your face.  For friends to always be  too busy to console you,when you need someone to lift your spirits.  When it seems like the only person who cares about you,  is you. Life is full of pain,  but does it ever get better?  Will people ever care about each other,  and make time for those who are in need? 

Each of us has a part to play  in this great show we call life. Each of us has a duty to mankind  to tell our friends we love them.  If you do not care about your friends  you will not be punished.  You will simply be ignored… forgotten…  as you have done to others.

#This poem was written by a young girl who committed suicide three years ago. Perhaps if the people surrounding her had shown a little morelove, and had paid more attention to her, her death could have been prevented. Remember that when going through life, you can’t judge a sad, lonely, or suicidal person by their facial expression. You need to get to know each person you come in contact with, cherish your friendship with them, and show them that you care.*


2 thoughts on “The greatest pain

  1. ermmmm.. greatest pain ye?
    errmmmmm… macham menarek ja cherita nie… takpa, i’m going to give you one dead poem plak…hehe.. nie dia:

    A Dead Poem (1997)

    Focus tomorrow`s horizon
    Sorrow means no future
    Cover my face
    With my guilty hands

    It`s the season the trees die
    The birds don`t sing anymore
    The rivers never come back
    Nature dies out

    This tragic future
    destinied to hurt never heal
    What end can save me
    What good gives me an end

    Nothing is innocent
    Nothing is fair
    I keep wondering
    How did I end up like this

    First passion
    Now is lost
    A dramatic dead story
    I killed all I have

    My sadness is
    Translated into madness
    I spell meaningless words
    A poem for sorrow and death…

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