A poem by Heidi Dischler

I think about a lot when I think about pain. Falling off a bike, disappointing my parents,

not being quite who they want me to be. I think about my parents yelling, screaming, 

having arguments about love. Unhappiness also crosses my mind. The silence after

arguments makes me think of pain, too, but these are childhood pains. Now, 

things that can hurt so much more appear. I think of being alone, totally 

alone. I think of burning myself while cooking. I think of hitting an animal 

while driving. I think of that animal still being alive after I hit it. 

I think about car accidents. I think about yelling, screaming, 

arguments with someone I love. I think about 

desolation, guilt, distrust, unhappiness, 

unworthiness. I think about Life.

I think about Death.

I think about

Endings.