this too shall pass

Sometimes the pain is so tuff I wonder if it is really worth it.I feel like a waste of  space,filled only by a  G-d awful sering never ending hurt. The church bells outside suddenly fill the air and for a second it all goes away but now the church bells have ended and it's back.  I fell though a ceiling in our home when I was 10.My girl friend and I built a fort on top of the maids quarters,keeping out all siblings and their friends..I will never forget her saying she wanted to get down, we walked towards each other and met at a point that didn't have insulation only the bare sheet rock and DOWN we went.She landed next to a cinder block book case all I could see was the blood coming out of her leg.I landed flat on my tuches(arse) just missing the over head light on my down trough the ceiling.Seeing all the blood scared me alot,so I stood up to go get help.Down I went, the stairs near where I had stood were long and narrow I must had run them a million times. This time my legs gave out and the next thing I knew I was at the bottom. I couldn't stand but pulled myself to the next set of stairs my mother got to me at that point and put me on the sofa in sitting room.I could not stand up.This was forty one years ago now and still the sering pain dictates my life.The Pain says I must stop now.