I never said I was funny

Some days I wish I could it take away.

Other days I wish I could shake reality into her.

I pray to God, I curse his blessings.

He’s given me everything in them, yet the pain is unbearable.

I see their beauty, I see their greatness.

But the pain is all to excruciating.

To do it all over again, to miss the greatness, to miss the beauty, to miss the pain, to miss the anguish.

Which do you choose?

Which, just which do you choose?