Some things hurt so exquisitely that you begin to crave them. Crave the ache and tears that come with it because at least you feel something. The numbness is gone, replaced by sadness and bone-deep grief. You don't even know what you're grieving but God does it feel good. Pain is a wake up call from the sleep that you seem to have been living through your entire life. And you'd give anything to stay awake, especially if it hurts. So you begin to love the ache because it keeps you from ending it all. It gives you meaning, even solace from the mundane routine you call life. So who cares if you need a sadness and pain, better that than fall asleep and never wake up.
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Short Poems
PoesíaI wouldn't really call them poems, they are just an expression of how I feel. They don't have a structure or lines, it's just whatever comes to me
