My Night-time Poetry

Purpose of pain 💙 ⚠️

I could never judge anyone.
I didn't dare try.
You could have put a gun to my head and asked me to judge a person walking on the street.
I'd have said pull the trigger since that was what I wanted.

I wanted an escape.
I wanted to get out of here.
I didn't see any purpose for the pain.

Why remain here just to hurt and wallow in my pain and sorrow. What was my purpose here.

____________________________________

Ouch, another personal poem here. Another poem told from the perspective of when I was a young teen/tween/I was a child. I had social anxiety and was very Christian. No, I did not read the Bible or go to church every Sunday. I went after word of mouth and what society calls an "angel". I didn't want to disease others, and I did not want to discriminate in any way. I was also very, very, very unhappy and depressed because of personal family issues. The only way I saw to get away from the pain at the time was through death. Fortunately, I have the most loving and wonderful family now who helped me through the pain and became the person I am today, which is me, but without pretending to be someone else. I've since learned to judge people mostly by their character. With that saying what I mean is you can be the hottest shit in town with the ugliest most hideous soul, and I won't even notice your dolly face when all I see is a burning pile of... trash.