A man gets shot in the chest. It hurts so much and the blood won't stop. He lives, but he suffered.
A woman gives birth to a child. Her labour lasts over two days. Never has she been more tired.
A boy nearly drowns. No more air. His lungs are on fire. He gets out and is in shock. He couldn't breath.
A girl is called names. They tell her faults that don't even exist. She starts to believe them. Her heart hurts; she is suffering. What is the point of life? She's so tired. There is no where to run, no where to hide. There is no space; she can't breath.
But surely not such simple things as words could hurt anyone, right?
What is worse?
All of them can kill you. Taking a bullet, giving birth, being under water for long, and careless words.
What is the worst pain?
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This one isn't a poem but I thought "why not?" so it's going up.
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Almost a poet
ПоэзияI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
