If i could give peace to anyone, it would be you.
I see what cards has been dealt to be to curel for you. Where becoming recluse and silent seems to be a more of a suitable survival tool. I have seen you wallow in your emotions.
At times i have seen them wound you, But through all of it i still see you smile.
Even in your brightest, you're still heavy. Covered in wounds that were never yours to endured.
You find excuses for all that has caused your sorrow in the name of it was "fate" "it was my fault" "they grew up different" or " they weren't themselves that day"
I wish to take the burden you carry. But than i know that you would like to hold on to it. It keeps a reminder for why you're this strong and kind. It has made you who you are today.
But i wish i could give you peace and watch your sorrow wash away. So that you can live a day without the burden that tortures you everyday.
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Poetic feelings
PoetryA poetic rose that has been wounded with thorns. Words put into feelings, that has been hidden away and turned into a page. Warning: does involve mental health situations.
