Pain.
Pain is knowing that your best friend has been by hit her father and you can't do anything.
Pain is the guilt follows after you ditch your best friend after 6 years.
Pain is watching your friend slowly turn anorexic.
Pain is hearing your parents talk about losing the house.
Pain is hearing that the girl in your cabin from camp has a cancerous brain tumor.
Pain is finding out your friend cuts, and you never noticed.
Pain is seeing a commercial for children in Africa while complaining you have no food in the house when you do.
Pain is suicide, murder, and rape.
Pain is drugs, alcohol, and self-mutilation.
Pain is normal now a days, but then again... so is hope.
Hope.
Hope is hearing your friend saying her mom might get a divorce.
Hope is rekindling a friendship after betrayal.
Hope is seeing your friend start eating normally again.
Hope is your dad getting more work.
Hope is hearing surgery went good and the doctors got the tumor out.
Hope is hearing your friend say she doesn't really cut any more.
Hope is buying food for the homeless guy out side the grocery store.
Hope is beautiful, relief.
Hope is Jesus Christ.
A/N: I was really
inspired. Yeah, I'm really on fire for God right now. I hope this
helped someone or something. Oh yeah, I got this idea from To Write
Love on
Her Arms' contest thing. You write an essay on what
hope and pain mean to you and winner gets to like, hang w/ Aaron
Gillespie…. To bad I don't live in Atlanta. But whatever. I
really liked this idea; Also, you should totally search To Write Love
on Her Arms.