There's many ways to cope with pain,
there's also ways to attain the hate.
Wrap yourself in chain,
keep it that way till your sane.
Take cocaine by the pound,
until your invoked in things insane.
Insanity is better than pain,
insanity can be attained.
While pain builds up,
inside and out,
until it finally explodes,
or it just implodes.
Pain is a hate unattained,
a hate that cannot be escaped,
a hate you cannot run from,
not even hide from.
That's why pain is so bitter,
and insanity is so sweet.
I hope this poem helped you see,
there's always a way to cope.