It's a different kind of pain,
when you're heart is crying,
yet your eyes are not.
It's a different kind of pain,
when your heart is screaming,
yet your mouth could not.
It's a different kind of pain,
when you want to drown your sorrows away,
yet your body swam instead.
It's a different kind of pain,
when you keep pouring water on a glass,
you're aware that's full of holes.
It's a different kind of pain,
when you have to keep on holding on
to a rose that is full of thorns.
And it's a different kind of pain,
when you still have to keep smiling
even when you are dying inside.
- Bleed.On.Paper
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A Chaotic Embrace
PoetryThis narrative delves into the complex interplay of emotions in different facets of life. It could serve as a venue where one can share moments that resonate with them. This book is specifically crafted for readers undergoing internal chaos aiming t...
