Is it honorable to feel pain?

I know, big question for an opening.
Somehow, though, I don’t feel like the preamble..
Not now, not tonight.

Is there a reward for coming home to an empty flat?
Sitting. Hurting. Calling no one, escaping nowhere..
no tv, no fantasy, no novel.. no sex, no drugs, no food.
Just alone. Just pain.

Is there a truth here? Is this all of us? All humanity?
Am I experiencing all it is to be truly human?
Am I really.. (you say I am).. but am I really, really, more broken than most?
Or just more aware?
or neither?
(or delusional.. or wanting..)

I find no peace here, no honesty.
No joy or salvation in the truth. Just pain.

Hence the question..
Is it honorable to feel pain?

*Socrates