A written documentary

This is a written documentary of my pain.

My pain stands around 5 feet 11 inches, and is an Asian male, in his early twenties.

He lies on my bed, lucid and vigilant.

When he is awake, I cannot sleep.

When he doesn't sleep, I am afraid.

When he finally sleeps, He gets woken up the next day.

The only thing separating me and my pain right now is a tiny sliver of youthful hope, my sanity and a pack of cigarettes.

My pain torments me, not only churning my heart, but also clogging my brain.

He doesn't seem to go away.

Why am I always tuned in to hurtful messages? It's almost as if I have an ability to attract abuse.

Please, make my pain go away.