Sometimes the hardest part, of living in this cruel life,
is being human; and feeling those sharp pains inside.
When someone is disappointed in the way you live your life,
or verbally abusive as to break you down inside.
And all the nights I spent awake,
pondering as to "Why?"
I realized a simple truth that was hiding in their lies:
The hardest part of being human, that remains true every day,
is accepting you're not perfect and forgiving your own mistakes.
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Poems of a Lost Girl
PuisiA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
