It was always the little things that got to me. The constant pricks and jabs that life threw my way. I was always able to brush them off, but there was one that always seemed to stick.

It was the day that my best friend passed away. We had been through so much together, and I felt like I couldn’t go on without her. The pain was a physical ache that I could not escape.

I tried to numbed myself to the pain, but it was always there, lurking in the background, ready to strike when I was least expecting it.

It was like a thorn in my side that I could not remove. Every time I tried, it only seemed to drive in deeper.

The prick of life was always there, waiting to bring me down.