Empty page

I was an empty page of a book
….. called world
People filled me with pain

Someone wrote on me his sorrow
Someone wrote on me her love story
And someone wrote on me his tomorrow

But no one felt my pain
when they work on me
Every word of them makes me ache

Because I don’t know why people are so numb
And never feel pain of others
They just write and talk, and then talk and write

I was an empty page since I was created

Last night a girl wrote on me her feelings for others

She feels pain for others

Feels sorrow of others

Enable to kick the world for others

Every day she wrote on me her anger in words

Because no one wants her to do something for others

People are so complacent

People forget that pain

When they are not able to do something

Without God's help

To complete the story
Turn the page of your book of life
And see is it the beginning or the end

Pain is never permanent.