I wonder how so many can be in so much pain while others don't seem to feel a thing

I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit. I cant get used to my bodys limits. I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues. They cost a lot of money but they arent worth a thing. I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete. I need to get out of this city. Lay apon the ground stare a hole in the sky, wondering where I go when I die....When I die.